by which i mean it really is my mother's birthday. not my father's ex-girlfriend's but my mother's. for the first time ever in the history of ever, i actually got this right. yes, it helped that i had written a whole story about this and that i was out of the country on the day my father's ex-girlfriend was born, but still, this seems progress.
i called my mother this morning to brag about my unprecedented brilliance.
her response was tepid at best, and even over the phone i knew what face she was making. the exact same face caught in a photograph my dad took of her twenty years ago.