One for the record books

Valentine's Day didn't suck.

Whoohooo.

That is all.

Oh yeah, Mom's got bling on her left hand and I'm gettin' a new daddy.

Whoo hoo. Again.

Paul bought me a stuffed animal, a shitload of chocolate and a card and as he handed me the sack, he leaned over and kissed me and said, "Happy Mother's Day, dear." I was on the phone with T-Racey and she busted out laughing and said, "Tell him he's a dork and it's not Mother's Day!" It will forever be one of my best memories. Bless his heart, he has a horrible upper respiratory tract infection and felt like hammered crap, so I am impressed he knew his own name as much cold medicine as he's on.

Okay, now that is really all.