Happy Birthday, Desmond! 👍

Desmond is 10 today. I can’t believe it’s been 10 years. Where did the time go?

I don’t know if we’re having cake. If we are I need to get one.

I’m bummed out I have to work tonight. At least it’s only four hours. Of course, P’s been leaving at 9:00 lately, and if he goes and our side’s not done, I’m gonna be stuck there until at least 10. Like usual.

Still, it could be worse. It could be 8 hours.

I had this whole thing about smoking in the past and then I remembered my kids read this.

Want to hear kind of a funny story?

Desmond had to interview an ex-smoker for his STEM class. Initially, I told him I never smoked, and here’s why: past research has indicated that parents who smoke have children who smoke. Case in point, my grandparents, my parents, me.

But I felt terrible about lying. And I felt terrible that he couldn’t really do his interview for school.

So I ended up telling him the truth.

“I can do that interview, Desmond,” I said. “I used to smoke. Sometimes kids do what their parents did. I said I didn’t smoke because I didn’t want you to ever smoke.”

So we did the interview and all was well.

The next day, he tells us the interview wasn’t required. He just wanted a free T-shirt.

What?!

I just laughed.

They’re not getting along, so I need to cut this post short.