it smelled like candy

i received in the mail the best birthday card ever from my brother, jimbo, today. here's the front..

and on the inside it says:
She rarely
passed gas,
but when she did,
it came out
pink and glittery,
and it smelled
like candy,
and people cried
when it
went away.

Happy
Birthday,
Sis

jimbo had bought that card last year and forgot to send it to me, and he's mentioned a couple times throughout the year how excited he was to send me "my card" when my birthday came around again. i can see why and it was well worth the wait. i read it to my church-lady mom (not jimbo's mom, my birth mom.. jimbo is my brotha by anotha mutha) over the phone and she said, "well" in that special way she does, kinda like dana carvey's church lady but much more precious and sweet and only slightly disapproving and disoriented. of course i tell her un-church-like things sometimes just to hear the "well".. it starts off in a normal tone and goes for a while and ends up way up a couple octaves. oh it's worth hearing, i tell you. i really want to get a spycam and videotape my mom doing some of the stuff she does and then totally exploit her on youtube. she would NEVER do any of it if she knew there was a camera on her, though. she gets extremely self-conscious around cameras. dangit! i'll have to figure something out.

to end this most thought-provoking post, here's a camera-phone photo for you, taken of a rather fancified vespa that was parked beside the shopping cart corral outside of trader joe's south of market today..