So my mom’s birthday fell on the day after my surgery. My brother, sister-in-law and niece came over to celebrate and I managed to take this serendipitous photo. My niece gets REALLY excited when there’s any type of celebration that involves cake, whether it’s her birthday or someone else’s.
As Ray noted, she’s pretty much doing this in the background:
Anyway, it was a joyous occasion, all things considered!
SUMMER LEG LOOKS 2014
I’ve taken a picture of the different leg looks I’ve been serving for the past week, pre and post surgery. Obviously I had to make a gif. Can you tell I’m bored?
This is my Percocet face.
After I snapped my Achilles tendon in half on Tuesday night, the Georgetown ER gave me a nice supply of “adult candy” to keep the pain away.
Unfortunately, they also gave me the incorrect names orthopedic surgeons three different times. Byeeee Georgetown.
On Wednesday, after seeing ray-ray's awesome orthopedic surgeon at GW, nailtipflips and I decided to visit Lauriol Plaza. Percocet makes me loopy, smily, and kinda happy, especially when paired with a margarita. See above.
This is me, and this is why old people shouldn’t play sports.
Surgery soon, I hope.
"Check It Out" - Bobby Womack
Friday night jam.
Rest in peace, Bobby.
When you get a question mark candle on your cake, it means 1 of 2 things: you old as shit, or your boo is a snatch face and thinks she’s funny. In this case, both are true!
Happy Birthday Boolicious choronda! Here’s to 50 more!!
(The cake took a beating on the way over..ugh. also thanks to Q’Rea Matthews for the great photo)
I’m lucky to have some pretty amazing friends.
I just went to the store to get some ice cream and beer (cuz that’s how I roll on a Saturday night) and within steps of leaving my building I got cat-called by three of the gayest men on planet Earth. They were literally doing runway walks, runway poses, and runway drops on the sidewalk in front of me.
I laughed and tried to walk around but then they started asking why I was walking away, why I was walking so fast, and where I was going with “all that ass”, which, lol no my ass is horrible.
"Hehehehehehehehehehe. Oh I’m just going to the store to get ice cream and beer" I said. (Why I admitted that piece of information is beyond me.)
Then they started to follow me! Lord Jesus it’s a fire. Luckily they got caught up in their own gayness (one of them did a splits drop) and I shook them.
So yeah. That’s my Saturday night.
AND SO IT COMES FULL CIRCLE.
Remember that comment my friend’s mom left on a photo of dude and me? Well in light of that post, Kia made a comment on another photo I posted of dude and me… and this is what happened.