I’m going because tomorrow is my mom’s birthday. I come bearing presents and the glitteriest, floweriest birthday cards obtainable to bring joy to her heart. We are going to eat. (I am going to try not too eat too much and also try to avoid that scary girl food talk thing in which I heap food on my plate and guilt on my head at the same time.)
I am also going because while they were in the process of moving, I was sick and didn’t go help them, so I promised to come put things away and wash things and such. I like to be useful.
It’s going to be fun, I hope.
