The One Where I Humiliate The Offspring

So the fruit of my loins turns 18 today.

To commemorate the event I sent the local radio station an email this morning:

Hi guys!

Wondering if you could do me a favor? My son turns EIGHTEEN today (freaks me right out). Can you wish a happy 18th to xxxx? And even though he's 18 he's not allowed to do WHATEVER he wants!!!!

Also, rather than announcing this during the regular birthday line-up....is there anyway you could announce it around 7:15. That's when we're in the car listening to you guys...who rock by the way. I don't want much, do I?
 Dualmom
 
So what did they do? They read the entire fucking email outloud on air all the while laughing hilariously. Meanwhile, Monty is in the car beside me staring daggers at me and threatening to push me out the door of the moving car. Guess he doesn't like the attention...what's with that?
 
So then radio guy emails me back later this morning -
 
Hey DM,
 

We had it ... hope he heard it and has a great day and LISTENS to mom!!!!

Being that I can't leave well enough alone I emailed BACK:

Oh he heard it - he almost shoved me out of the moving car when he heard it! Listen - if I can't make my kid's life hell - what's the point?


Thanks guys! Appreciate it..

Then I got this:

Glad we could help out in humiliating your offspring! You're such a good mom.

I love those guys. Almost as much a I love the sprog. Ok, I love the sprog just a wee bit more. It makes me sad, happy,anxious, proud, OLD that he's now officially an "adult".

Happy Birthday B Boy!