My story is unremarkable. Inadequate precautions were made and then a marriage that was likely to happen anyway was fast tracked to beat my appearance. Worked out for my parents and it's easy to remember which anniversary it is every year.
I was 18 before I figured out that my sister's 28th birthday fell just five months after my parent's 28th wedding anniversary.
My mom was a mother at 18, a grandmother at 36 and a great grandmother at 56. If my niece's daughter continues the pattern and my mom lives another 10 years, she'll be a great-great grandmother at 74.
I wish I had free ice cream.
Interestingly, adding the Violent Femmes into my Pandora station that used to give me all 80s music has, in addition to improving my 80s music, started to pull in 90s music. Apparently Pandora thinks the Violent Femmes were ahead of their time.
I wish I had free ice cream.
I'd mail you some except for three things. One, I currently lack the drive to buy ice cream and mail it. Two, I don't know where you live. Three, the ice cream would probably be suboptimal by the time it got there.
Wow Kathy, just wow.
I feel like I have been very very lucky in life.
My mom went to grad school before having kids, so she had us in her 30s. My older siblings would have been older than mine are now, 10 and 7. But I'm basically in sync with her on the last two, I would have been 6 and my brother would have been 4. I find that comforting, but also a little uncanny.
Wow Kathy, just wow.
Seriously. Eyeballs and skin are very important constituent parts of my personal life satisfaction.
Eyeballs and skin are very important constituent parts of my personal life satisfaction.
[White-fonted for serious squickage about skin loss]
She had blisters everywhere she had skin, including inside her ear canals and her vagina.
She was down to her very bottom layer of skin before she recovered.
I now remember why I had been ordering the burrito bowl as opposed to the actual burrito -- I'm so full and sleepy!!
Yikes
I guess that applies to both Kathy's and David's posts though for different reasons.
Oh Kathy, your poor mom. It sounds utterly miserable.
