Bone JUR Droolings. C'est Moi, Jane.
I want to take a moment to announce that today marks the 27th anniversary of the birth of my oldest spawn, Gabbin. I began with Advil (might have overdid the porch wine last night) and by starting a text message exchange with my dear, dear, boy that he interpreted as sincere felicitations - that's a more chic way of saying congrats I've been doing a lot of Wordle with my Black Box Sauv Blanc lately - but you know the little wheels in the place where my brain is supposed to be were turning and I said "How can I make this into CONTENT?"
The answer, my beleagureds, was to make his birthday all about Moi. I am, after all, responsible for bringing this child into the world so what better way to celebrate squeezing out Gabbin than to type an ode to my own awesomeness and take the opportunity to earn a little cheddar cheese? Mama needs eyelash extensions and that "Adding a few more vegetables and taking a few walks" doesn't come cheap, you know. <wink emoji wink emoji wink emoji>
Sharing a selection of random photos that strike the perfect balance between making you go "Wowza that Jane Capstitcher is so RAD, inspiring, and NOT AT ALL LIKE OTHER WOMEN" and seeing me as relatable enough to make you think of me as your internet bestie that helps you shop for EV-REE-THING from sleep gummies #FLOCLAMBASSADOR to THE MOST DARLING dresses - package wrinkles optional #SCHILLABILLEAMBASSAOR #notheyarentbankrupt #linkinstories #linkincomments #likemyfacebookpagetoo
SO MANY OF YOU asked me about my Amazon feather dress, so I've linked it in stories and on Facebook and on my webpage, all in Gabbins honor OF COURSE. It really is the ultimate in elevated evening attire and it only sheds a few feathers with each wear. The pleather belt is just PRESH and surprisingly comfortable. However, droolings, not everyone can pull off the white mamaw purse look with an all-black outfit so you may want to opt for a more neutral bag since you are not me.
And trust me when I say there's no better way to honor your adult son than to include a reference to your S3X life in his birthday 'Gram. Of course, I'm too much of a gentile lady to spill the deets but my reference to S3X (only the coolest of the cool cats are writing it that way) is to answer the question that is BURNING in your minds, yes, TREVOR AND I are hitting the hotel sheets togetha on the 4x yearly occasion that I make him hang out with me and I'm here to say you should have zero problems believing my beefy little theater boy is one hot tamale. I mean, just look at him. LOOK. AT. US. Pure magic. <eggplantemoji> <heareyesemoji> <winkemoji>
Happy Birthday, Gabbin!
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