Thirty-seven year old toes
The babies slept ALL NIGHT LONG the night before my birthday!!!! I, of course, woke up frequently expecting to hear them shriek. But still, that was quite a gift. And the cold shitty weather turned gorgeous and balmy. The hyacinths that Bun Bun and I planted last fall were all like, Oh, it’s your birthday? SPROING!
I imagine Bunlet toddling or at least crawling around the yard at the end of this summer, and…words can’t describe it. Pictures are better.
But, lest you murder the hell out of me, I will relate the following: Last night the babies woke up at ALL THE HOURS, and today the house was a mess, and my husband was annoying, and I’ve determined that I may actually have to change some of my habits if I want to feel healthier and less lard-assed and decrepit.