Thirty years ago today, something very important happened near Fresno, California. A boy with whom I could imagine spending the rest of my life was born. This doesn’t happen every day. In fact, it’s only happened once, to my knowlege.
Happy birthday, m’luv. I wish you all the cherry trees and dumpy Mexican diners in the world. And stuff.
And I’m sorry it’s been such a sucktastic week, but I’ll make up for it.
