ten good ones

Ten years ago my mother and I had just moved into our townhouse in West Houston and I’d started my senior year and had my own car and sadly, Diana had passed away in Paris, and my friends took me to Guadalajara on Sam Houston Tollway for Mexican and they put a sombrero on me and sang happy birthday in Spanish.
Last night, I went to Lupe’s with my brother and my parents and Stuart and they put a sombrero on me and sang to me in Spanish.
I’m glad to say I’ve got the same great family and the same great friends ten years later, friendship and family that’s only gone from strength to strength.
I’d also say I’m proud of the past twenty seven years but those first few, I was pretty darn drooly and liked to play pretend a lot. Then I wore a lot of lavender and dated silly boys. I like to think I started firming up at seventeen into the person I am today, so this is sort of an awesome anniversary. And hey, presents are neat, too! Thanks, y’all!
So have a glass of bubbly on me! Make it a nice dry one. Check is in the mail.