Here’s The Problem: Today is the birthday of one of my favorite people in the whole world. My fake Mother. Many of you loyal HTP readers may have heard of her. She is the best. She is the greatest. She is my mom (who had the luck of not getting me until I was older, prettier and had college paid for already). Anyhow, it’s her birthday! Happy Birthday!!!!
Me: I’m so happy it’s your birthday!
Fake Mom: I’m happy…kind of. Actually, I’m not that happy.
Fake Mom: Well, it just means I’m getting older….but I guess the alternative is worse…
Me: What…..you mean…DEATH?
Fake Mom: Yes.
Me: Yes, I think most things are better than that.