Monday, January 14, 2008


auds 1985
Originally uploaded by mygothlaundry
Well, it is this child's birthday today and she doesn't look quite so much like that anymore, since she's taller now and hardly ever wears her hair in pigtails. As you can see below. It's a big semi significant birthday too, and I think she can't be my daughter anymore. She has to be my sister now, or my niece or friend or something - no one must know that I have a child this old. Yeah, okay, she is 25. Isn't that amazing? I can't believe it myself; hell, I usually feel younger than the age she is now. Actually, I also usually score younger than her on internet How Old Are You, No Really? type tests, which drives her up the wall and leads me to reflect that there is something good about being an irresponsible parent after all. She's a Capricorn, likes order and frets about details, which has come in very handy over the years, since it is A who listens to my voice mail when I get too neurotic to hear it, straightens me out on various subjects and talks to the cel phone people for me. Also, she has a wicked sense of humor, is great fun to be around and all in all, she rocks. Happy Birthday, A!! I love you!
project 365 #322: audrey reads her own palm

In other transitions I bade farewell to my zen guru therapist today in a cloud of sweetgrass smoke. I am formally hereby adjudged sane: look out, y'all! Danger, danger! No, seriously, I'm fine now and actually, I'm enjoying it. Being sort of generally happy is actually easier than being miserable all the time (who knew?) and so I'm striking out on my own, away from my therapist. This is actually pretty cool and I'm pleased with myself.

I know all this good news gets wearing, so I do have a lovely snippet of relatively bad or at least significantly gross news for you - guess what Django ate this weekend? Hint: He's not going to get pregnant any time soon. Yes, that's right - Django ate one and a half tubes of Gynol II, which is to say, nonoxynol 9 containing spermicidal gel! Can we have a hand of applause for the springer spaniel who knows what he likes? He apparently ate the entire metal tubes with contents, plastic lids and all, which is doubly amazing when you know, as I do, that most people (at least those interviewed in a highly scientific study taken over many years observation, say no more) do not, um, like the taste of that stuff. Apparently it makes your lips a little numb too, but after close observation, I am happy to report that, as usual, it didn't affect Django one iota. Which is really good, because I sure as hell didn't want to have that conversation with the vet

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