To beautiful jagged crystalized kidney stone. This is my seventeenth or eighteenth child and I am delighted to tell you he looks just like me. Sharp and angular, the epitome of rock hard toughness. His personality is a little bland, he just sits there like a rock.
I know that I drink too much coffee, eat too much cheese, drink not enough water and eat not enough dark green vegetables. I know I could lesson the amount of these very painful episodes, but it is so hard to remember. It is true what they say, you forget the pain when you hold your child between your fingers.
I feel like St. Paul, I know what I should do, but don't. And I know what I shouldn't do, but do it anyways. What in the hell is wrong with me?
Here's to my new commitment to eat healthy, may it last longer than the memory of my last child