I feel like I'm going to barf.

This should make for an interesting bike ride home.

ETA: Made it home in one piece and my intestines still fulla junk. I know you're all relieved. I even did some grocery shopping. Nao moar hedexplodey y/y.

My mom had her birthday today, so I called her and wished her well. She celebrated all weekend with Shelley and it sounds like they had a grand time. She sounded calm and content, which is all I wish for her. She still misses her grandson, but who wouldn't? He's in hell Texas and can't see him as much as she'd like.

She is fond of saying that her birthday comes on the same week as Tax Day and the sinking of the Titanic. I tell her good things come in threes.*


*I DID NOT SAY THAT. I love my mother. We argue and bicker to show that we care.