My birthday is on Friday. I’m going to be 30. Dirty thirty. The good news is that I’m distracted by another upcoming birthday. Jesus’ Plankton’s. You know, I’m pretty convinced as I told you that he’s going to be born on Christmas, making him a front runner for some Jesus preferential treatment, like free trips to the moon and his own reality show. But I’ll admit, some comments that were left the last time I talked about Jesus stuff hurt my heart and I felt less sure about Plankton’s future.
Then someone made me feel MUCH better.
A very loyal reader of MODG and supporter of all that I say and do:
Yep my mother in law came to my rescue and put something in the mail for me. Like regular mail with stamps and stuff. I opened the envelope and saw THIS:
Do you even know what you’re looking at? That’s baby B with mom and dad AS JESUS. Are you putting this all together folks? We’re talking double generations of Jesus. THAT HAS TO MEAN SOMETHING AWESOME. Also this isn’t just like a regular nativity scene. This one made the papers BECAUSE IT’S REAL. But it looks like B isn’t so sure about this whole thing. I’ve seen that side eye from him before when too many packages show up at the front door at one time. Side eye isn’t very holy B.
See, B’s mom saw my wannabe Christmas card and she was like, go forth with the family legacy Amanda. Go forth.
There was a 2nd picture included. This one is my favorite because B’s dad is all “when can we leave and watch the game?” He’s even trying to check his imaginary blackberry for the score, except unsuccessfully, mostly because it’s 1979 and back then, people didn’t check fruit for scores.
So on this Thanksgiving eve let’s give thanks for the following:
1) B’s parents were hot. Making B hot and hopefully a hot Plankton. That is if I don’t F it up first with my own hairy chromosomes.
2) I have married a Jesus and will be hopefully birthing one too. Hoping at least to get some good discount codes out of it, if not some cereal marshmallows (mention of the day). Which I’ll share with all of you.
3) Jesus has come around and has really helped me forge ahead in Nursery Wars. Although let’s all remember the lessons of the last contest and we don’t count our chickens before the votes are hatched. Just don’t count chickens. It’s weird. Or something. So if you haven’t voted yet, please do. It’s the last day!
VOTE FOR INTO THE WOODS… Jesus has your back.
Have a great Thanksgiving my birthday.