Mom turned 48 today. Wil turned 37. The image of my mother and Wesley Crusher only being eleven years apart in age is kind of weird. Must process further...Either way, to Wil: from Stand by Me to "Star Trek: TNG" to blogging, you've provided me with countless hours of entertainment. Thanks, bro.
To mom: you carried me around in your stomach for ten months, stayed in labor for a whole day, then let the doctors field dress you like a deer just to get me out of you without ruining your vagina. You rule for that, and many, many other reasons I don't have time to list right now. I don't have to say I love you because you know I do, so I'll just say "Ditto."
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