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.
Monday, July 31, 2006
My aunt just sent me pictures of my newborn baby cousin. That's boy number two. Congratulations! (He's the one plopped over like an anemic Eskimo rapper.)