The OB search missions crack me up. I'm so glad I haven't had a period for five years.
Burrell, much ~ma for your MiL.
I managed to keep some miso down tonight. But I feel like I've been hit by a truck. This is the first time I'm out of bed or off the couch.
Ugh, poor Cashmere. Stomach bugs suck ass.
I hates the stomach flu. Poor Cash.
Sorry Cash, I hope you start feeling better soon.
Thanks, guys. I'm thankful the kids are finally getting to be self-sufficient. They've gotten their own snacks, played well together and haven't been too loud.
Good going, Cash's kids!
And principal dancer with the NYCity ballet. And he's really hot.
Holy shit, he's BEAUTIFUL.
Holy shit, he's BEAUTIFUL.
That kid's going to be an excellent addition to the gene pool.
Monday Night Football time!
I'm nervous.
Aw, the Never Say Never GMC ad about the Saints that just ran in the MNF ad break made me all verklempt.
Good health wishes to your MiL, Burrell.
I made a big pot of bison chili tonight, and the om nom nomming has commenced. Though I guess I should probably save room to eat a vegetable that's not a bean or tomato paste, eh?