In honor of Mother’s Day, here is a picture of Mom and I. She is a tiny, adorable pixie of a woman and I am the sulky, hairless ape-like creature clutching onto her for dear life.
Twenty something years later, little else has changed.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy. I love you.
This is what Mom looked like when she was 40. If this DNA hasn’t been handed down to me, I’m going to take that as a definitive sign that there is no God. Seriously — she looks like she’s 25. What the hell kind of black magic is that? (To which I’m sure Mom will respond, “I eat yogurt, Jemmy.”)