Moncho = Dirty Thirty

Last Thursday was Moncho's thirtieth birthday. To celebrate Sue and I made him a cake and we all sang Feliz Cumpleaños. And then I hugged him, which made him only slightly less comfortable than the time he accidentally walked in on me naked in the bathroom. When I was seven and a half months pregnant. With my foot up on the toilet trying desperately to clip/see my toenails. Yeah, poor Moncho.