The Mistress of Sarcasm models a Panama hat.
You might look at this photograph of the Mistress of Sarcasm and conclude that she is a Chip off the Old Block. And, at least to some extent, you’d be right.
While her good looks come mostly from her mother’s DNA contribution, the Mistress’s
Last month, I had the opportunity to go on a Road Trip with the Mistress. It may not have been a marathon journey to the far side of the world, but that’s not her style anyway. We were together - just the two of us - for long stretches, during which I kept her amused by reading huge swaths from the various works of Chelsea Handler or, alternately, Orson Scott Card. Not for one second was I bored.
I love this daughter of mine, truly I do, and it is hard to imagine a time when She Who Must Be Obeyed and I did not have her to love. As of the timestamp of this post, she has been walking the planet in our company for fully twenty-eight years... and I am looking forward eagerly to the next twenty-eight, to see what wonders she will see and create.
Happy birthday, O mistress!