As is well documented on this blog, my mother is simply the best. And it is her birthday. I wanted to find a clip of Bart Simpson singing “Lisa, her teeth are big and green. Lisa, she smells like gasoline.” But the internet failed. So, instead, I offer this photo of the two of us back in the day.
I wish I was home in STL for the big party I bet my father planned for this evening. Or to sit around and eat french bread, drink some wine, and watch a classic movie.