last night wes and i were going out to get a movie right after a wonderful dinner, and his mother - his very tanked mother - flashed us through a side window. the best part was her face right afterwards, like "i was so drunk i did WHAT??"
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In the meantime, please ask Gabriel's daddy to contact the State of Oregon if he won't talk to me. They can arrange to garnish 75% of his wages if/when he ever gets a job and we won't have to interact ever again. Yay!
By the way, did Wes ever tell you that Gabriel was conceived on the one-month anniversary of 9-11 in the basement of my old apartment complex in downtown Seattle after a passionate conversation about how we should have a baby together? He came all over my skirt (which is a bitch to get out, use Spray-n-wash) after 15 seconds of pressing me against the concrete wall and doing his growly-noise. Is that fate or what?