Thursday, June 08, 2006
It's been a long time since we heard about my mother, isn't it? Well, today's her fiftieth birthday - I know! How young! Turns out I was an accident. As I'm oft reminded. I'm also too big to flush now. But anyway, why not tell you a quick tale about what she's up to?
Lets see... lets see. What about the time when she was over to Spain recently and almost fixed my sister up with an Elvis impersonator, yelling "But you could have been his Pricilla!" when my sibling refused his offer of marriage? Or how she accidentally blocked the email of an annoying former work colleague of hers while she was playing Cyrano De Bergerac with a guy from IT? Or that she was the only one to get laid on a recent Hen Night holiday away to Spain, meaning that everyone else had to hang out in the villa's lounge until she'd finished?
Actually, that's the point. There are just too many stories about my mother. She's a person so determined to wring as much from life as possible and just have a brilliant time. I mean, we had a surprise party for her this weekend, and she didn't stop dancing all night. She's marvellous, kind hearted and brilliant fun to be around.
Mother, we gays salute you.