It really is not necessary, on those mornings when you think I'm sleeping too late, to sit on my pillow, put your face right next to my head, and meow as loudly as you can into my ear. I am sorry I did not fill your food dish before I went to bed, but it was still half full and I just assumed that was sufficient to get you through the night. I did not consider the distress that being able to see one square inch of the bottom of that dish would cause you.
And really, I think I liked it better when you were punching me in the eye in the morning.
Wow...the Boy is 25 years old today. I'd feel old, but you know I was very, very young when I had him...
I doubt we'll even see him today--his friends are taking him to a ball game, and I assume afterwards there will be much drinkage involved (hopefully not as much as last year), and he'll crash on someone's couch. Which is pretty much how it should be on your 25th, having a blast with friends, doing things your parents only wish they could still do.