This summer when we were both in Chicago, we were on our way home when she peeled into a Jewel Osco parking lot. "We'll just pick up the staples," she said. Five minutes later, this is what we were buying. I made her pose for a picture. This is how I know I wasn't adopted. These are my genes:
And this. This is one of my favorite pictures of her I've ever taken:
|The Chicago Diner, waiting on a veggie burger.|
Happy birthday, Momma!