Pete is one year older. Normally I'm extremely low-key about birthdays and for the past five years I've managed to get by without anyone but my folks knowing about them but somehow this time, the word got out...thanks boss. The guys and girls that I work with got some stuff together for me, even a little cake haha. On top of that, I got fresh boxers and socks from my mom, life is good. I had Chico take a picture of me with one of my Macedonian compadres feigning anger over my cheap gifts haha.
Speaking of birthdays and my mom, she absolutely cracks me up and I love her to death. Every year I get a new little "reminder" that I'm not getting any younger. This year she says that she and my dad went out and bought a classy old cradle with the hopes that I'll fill it up with little grandbabies someday. If they did in fact buy a cradle, I'm sure that she was the actual one who bought it. She just made my dad pay for it and carry it to the car. Women...
I need to talk to my brother and see if he gets the same speech. I have a feeling that she might be trying to foster some sense of competition between the two of us. Ha! But the joke is on her! Both of us are highly competitive but both of us are also in war zones. Before any sort of a baby-making competition could begin, he and I would first have to settle our unofficial competition to see who can work over here the longest. And I also get the feeling that he and I are trying to make the other one get married first. He's older, so he's got more to lose haha. But either way, if my mother does have some sort of nefarious scheme up her sleeve, she'll find it thwarted by the very nature that she is trying to capitalize on. My mom is fun to over-analyze.
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