Thanks for being cool

I meant to do this yesterday, but it never happened. Pretend it’s Sunday.

I think being a mom is probably not a walk in the park, so I’d like to say thank you. Thank you, Mom, for sticking up for me when I wrecked Dad’s car on Superbowl Sunday 1995. That was way cool.

And also for all that other loving, caring, supportive, unconditional stuff, too. I don’t know how I got so lucky. Don’t cry. MOM! Don’t cry!

By the way, i ate like 11 Oreos in the park yesterday. I wonder where that affinity came from...