Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers, stepmothers, foster mothers, aunts, godmothers, and like-a-mothers out there.

I love Lang Leav.

I don’t remember which Emily McDowell graphic I’m up to, but this is incredibly true. You know it is.

Do you y’all see my hand raised?

So far, 2020 has given us the Coronavirus, a couple of crazy tiger people cults, the Pentagon releasing official videos confirming UFOs are out there, Murder Hornets, and now Elon Musk names his son X Æ A-12. It may be pronounced ”Archangel,” but who really knows? If he and his girlfriend (who I’ve never heard of because I’m old) filed his birth certificate as that weird deal, California law only allows the actual 26 letters of the English Language and accent and apostrophes, so unless Musk buys Cali, the kid’s going to need some more letters.

This is the explanation of little X Æ A-12’s name from his mother, Grimes. And Musk’s photo of his seventh child with a face tattoo — you know, like you do.

I live in a massive subdivision with a very active Facebook community. This was posted and I fell of the sofa laughing.

This is so incredibly true.

This made me laugh.

For a long time I thought I needed someone to fix me and previous to that I was the one who felt that I needed to be the one saving/fixing another person.

And now I know I can only fix myself. It’s freeing to know you’re ultimately only responsible for your own happiness.

A friend pointed out recently that we are ckoer to 50 than ”past 40.” Then I saw this and laughed my head off.