happy BIRF-day fer MOM-my

For your birthday dinner, you might think that waiting for 30 minutes in line for Mexican take-out would be a little sad. But then again, you are not me. Consider the beauty in the fact that the two rowdy kids you birthed in the span of 20 months are not tugging on your leg, asking to be picked up, or eating someone's paper menu because they are being entertained in the car by your husband. Then consider the fact that there is an OC Weekly stand at Chipotle and reading it (the Weekly, not the stand)for 30 minutes while in a peaceful line you realize that Orange County is NOT filled to the brim with conservative, conventional, materialistic suburbanites. There are a few outspoken liberal and/or alternative people that come out of the woodwrok to write letters to the editor of OC Weekly, and, apparently, eat at Chipotle with their similarly pierced friends. And then you actually get to eat real carbs because everyone deserves a break from losing baby weight on the South Beach Diet on her birthday. And a Dos Equis, too. And when the evening ends with the aforementioned husband, you know, giving you a special birthday treat (AND I MEAN CARROT CAKE, YOU PEOPLE!) things just can't get any better. I'll take Grace singing "happy BIRF-day fer MOM-my" over just about any other celebration this year.