Birthday Girl!

Well Fuck!

I can't post the one picture I have of Steph on her birthday.

She is probably grateful, it's not a very good picture nor really OF her. How did this happen?!?!?

Mrs. X has some amazing photos of the whole fam on Easter but I haven't managed to steal any from her yet. Phooey!

Anyway, I met Steph when she was about 6 years old. She is both entirely different and exactly the same now as she was then.

I remember coming home from college one time, giving her a hug and thinking, "Oh my god, she has breasts!"

We sat at a Mexican restaurant once when she was in college and spent the entire time talking but also staring at each other. Her mouth looked funny. She was wondering when I would notice. She'd just gotten her tongue pierced.

She is a beautiful, articulate, conscientious, passionate nutcase and I love her so very much.

She used to write to me when I was in college and she was in high school. Long tales of what her life was like, poems, lyrics, pictures. For over a decade I have wanted to put those letters into some sort of scrapbook or keepsake box for her to read to remember that time of her life and to give back to her even one portion of what she gave to me.

Well, this year is not that year.

This year I busted the balls of a smoker in her honor. By tomorrow this time this violator of the Clean Indoor Air Act will more than likely be cited by the Health Department.

I hope you're having a fabulous birthday!