Today is Mom’s birthday. Yup, 4-20. When my sister was here last winter we were asking Mom if she knew the significance of her birthday and she played innocent. It took a phone call to her twin sister to jump start her
aging youthful memory for her to remember it’s every stoner’s dream holiday. And I’m pretty positive the waiter I had yesterday was the king of the holiday.
So for Mom’s birthday I decided not to embarrass her. Rather, I’d play a video of her dog who is obsessed with the iPad.
Clearly Brady is more interested in sniffing butts than watching videos of cats.