My mom, cousin Squiddy and I went to Bill Grays when I was home. Mom told me to refill her cup with diet soda while she went to the bathroom, but I put root beer in the cup instead- totally on purpose. She hates root beer. We’re talking spittin’, cussin’ fightin’ words hate. I love her reaction. She was mad, of course and I should have known revenge was coming.
On Christmas Eve she put tabasco sauce in my Shirly Temple.
Squiddy just turned 12 and when she told me she likes to make crafts found on Pinterest I couldn’t have been prouder. I’m more than happy to pass along my Miss. Martha Stewart title to her. She made Bob and I these awesome wine charms!
This is Paco’s birth mom, Dorothy! He looks a lot like her.
Bob sent me an e-mail yesterday:
Bob: Can I get this?
Me: Do you realize you just asked me if you could buy a doll for yourself? If you want to keep your manhood the answer is NO.
Bob: Oh stop. I have a Monsters Inc. WALL! Manhood is gone.
Resolutions resolutions. I resolve I resolute I vow to make a few self-improvements. (Seriously folks. What word would you use to turn “resolution” into a verb?) I’m not going to set a weight loss goal but I do want to get back to running. I done got crazy and signed up for another 5K in April.
I also want to give more in 2012- more random acts of kindness.
Did anybody bother making real resolutions?
