SIXTEEN.

sixteen years ago today, my mom went into labor with me while in the middle of watching her daily Oprah. while speeding to the hospital, herself and my father got pulled over by a total asshole cop who didn't believe my mother was in labor upon informing him about the situation. despite the fact that my mother's water had broken and she was sitting on a towel and clearly in a lot of pain. the cop dragged along the questioning, the writing up of the ticket, and after nearly twenty long, what i can only assume were, agonizing minutes, he finally let them go. and that is the story of how i was almost born in a car in front of an arrogant asshole cop.

in other words, today i am sixteen.

{++ p.s. in my opinion, the mothers should be the ones that are celebrated on a person's birthday. they are, after all, the incredible women who did all the work on that day. so thank you, mama. p.p.s. had i not still been inside the womb, i would have sucker punched that cop in the face with my tiny baby fist.}