I had a long weekend of family events: my mom’s birthday celebration on Saturday night in Philly, and then an early Seder with my dad’s family last night here in Baltimore.
I am thoroughly wiped out in that special way that only family events can wipe me out, but after flipping through the pictures from the weekend I have a renewed appreciation for the really freaking amazing genetics bestowed upon me.
My mom was celebrating a big birthday, which for her privacy I will not disclose. But, let’s say it rhymes with “licks knee,” and leave it at that.
So, here is my licks-knee year old mom -seriously, licks-knee years old- delighted by one of her many gifts, a birding scope.
She liked the clothing presents, too, so much that she put on the scarf and skirt over her clothes and did a little dance.
I spent Sunday night with the other bestower of amazing genetics, my dad’s mother. It turns out to be a mixed blessing. She may be the only person I have ever known who is even less photogenic than I am, a trait I no doubt inherited from her.
My grandmom also celebrated a birthday last week, her 88th. I can disclose the heck out of her age – she does not read my blog.
So here we are. Me, and my grandmother who is 88. 88! And this is a bad picture of her. At 88!
Omg, your mom looks the same as she did 20 years ago.
I know, it’s crazy. The woman does not age.
Your mom’s pretty hot for 35. I am still, by the way, trying to figure out how “thirty-five” rhymes with “licks-knee” and how – so many years before all our (the human race, that is) fancy genetic . . . er, stuff – she was able to have you at – what? – 6? 8? years old.
Probably one-a them stem cell things, huh?
It WAS a fancy stem cell thing that has allowed her age backwards, which is how we’re both turning thirty-five this year.