Let's just say my life doesn't revolve around 3 a.m. feedings, my mans screaming, "But I own this trailer!" as he throws whiskey bottles through our corn husk drapes, and making sweet love behind Old Man Pumpernickel's marijuana patch during Sunday church services.
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Deux semaines avant la fete des meres francaise!
Oh mommy, I do not squeeze money out of you like toothpaste.