September 1st 2007 11:02 am
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Alas, no cake. Nearly a week has lapsed since my birthday and all I received was a fat shining pile of turkey meat. My Mom, no doubt consumed with guilt at her inadequate motherhood, tried to push the meat into some semblance of cake and actually served this sham to me with a weak smile. Happy Birthday,she sang.

I met not her gaze.

I did consume this "cake", dear friends. But only barely. It took me a full five seconds instead of my usual two to eat the thing. It's a wonder I could get it down. And now I retire with my teddy to contemplate the deficiencies of my Mother. As I lay here, on my back, sighing deeply, I notice my Dad's mouth is twitching. It must be some sort of fit he's having. Poor man, he has those often. Lupe has come to console me, my little loyal Mexican flower. My Mother's eyes seem to be stuck in the top of her head for some reason, they keep rolling up there. Strange woman. She should get that checked out.