Dazed and confused? Not me. I’m just Lost in the Cheese Aisle.

Thursday, June 30, 2011


The Mistress of Sarcasm turns twenty-nine today. Almost (but not quite) three decades old. Yeef!

Hard to believe, innit? Almost (but not quite) three decades have passed since we first gazed upon that sweet newborn face, her head already bedecked most unbabylike with a shock of dark, luxuriant hair.

We were living here in Atlanta back then, which means the Mistress, unique among us, is a native of the Old South. (She Who Must Be Obeyed is from Texas, which is a region unto itself, and Elder Daughter and I both hail from the Northeast - another world entirely.) Like the rest of us, however, she has been that proverbial Rolling Stone, having also lived in Connecticut and Texas.

Parenthood is not only a State of Being, it’s a process. It is a process of becoming that operates concurrently with a child’s progression from infancy to maturity. For the parent, it is a process of change, from nurturer and provider to admirer and encourager to Fellow Human. With luck (and some skill), parents and children eventually become fully-realized adults, something they cannot accomplish without one another. With the Mistress, we’ve cherished every step along that almost (but not quite) three decades-long road.

She Who Must Be Obeyed and I have had the great good fortune to have the Mistress living in the same metropolitan area with us. That will eventually change, no doubt, as she seeks her fortunes in more distant venues... and it will be a bittersweet sort of change for us for purely selfish reasons. But for now, we get to enjoy her razor-sharp wit, her creativity, and her warmth in person at regular intervals.

Sarcastic Mistress, June 2011

Happiest of birthdays, O Mistress of Sarcasm! May this next year bring you health, happiness, and success in all your endeavors, without limit to any good thing. We love you!


Teresa said...

Happy Birthday to the Mistress of Sarcasm!!! Hope it is most wonderful!

Kevin Kim said...

re: orifice malfunction in the final picture

I've seen this before, mainly in winter, when people's mouths ice up and they're no longer able to pronounce the letter "M" without sending their lips into an uncontrolled skid.

Either that, or the Mistress is practicing for the day she kisses one of those furry aliens from Sesame Street.

More seriously, though: a belated Happy Birfday to the demoiselle! Now that she's 29, she'll be 29 forever!

Anonymous said...

What a special gal she is; good looks, witty, and creative. May you continue to explore and enjoy a variety of paths set before you.
Belated Birthday Wishes.

KeesKennis said...

I ask myself the same thing.
Besides my wife's involvement, where does this cute kid come from?