“If you poop on the potty, I’ll make you a martini.”
— Big Steve, helping to potty train The Boog

“If you poop on the potty, I’ll make you a martini.”
— Big Steve, helping to potty train The Boog

We threw Mom a surprise birthday party here in the Outer Banks. I took care of designing/ordering the t-shirts and wine glasses and creating/hosting a “Who Knows Mom Best” trivia game.
The one job I delegated was to buy a grocery store sheet cake. I told Andrew and Eric before they left– a sheet cake FROM THE GROCERY STORE. You know, the shitty kind with the plastic top over it. It’s old school and totally artificial and mom loves it because it reminds her of childhood.
Also please note how helpful Steph was during this exchange.
Eric is flying into Norfolk, Virginia tomorrow to meet us in the Outer Banks. I was going to pick him up, but the drive is almost 2 hours each way, and he’s insisting uber is fine.

(I still feel bad)
((Not bad enough to pick him up, though.))
Today is Mom’s 70th birthday. She is very busy.




Someone destroyed my parents’ mailbox in Potomac. Mom sent this email:

Followed by this email:

I can’t even by offended by this. When I saw the photo, sitting on my couch in NYC, even I wondered if I did it.
Just seems like something I’d do.
