Happy Birthday, Mama. I hope you enjoyed your cards (complete with bad guys drawn by #1 Son) and the message he left on your machine. Not to mention the conversation with Baby Girl and the heavy breathing on the phone by B.B. They'll be thrilled to find out you're coming to see them this weekend. Then again I may just let you surprise them. Tell Pa he'd better get to the gym. #1 Son still plans on fighting him for you.
And to all the rest of you, today is National Mexi-Melt Day so put on your jacket, grab your keys and head to Taco Bell. Orrey, if you're out there I haven't forgotten.
Baby Girl is going back to school tomorrow. And God definitely answers prayers. She told me this morning that she wasn't going to take her new medicine if it wasn't pink. She really likes the Amoxicillian and wanted to stick with it. I got to the pharmacy today and much to my relieve Zithromax is also pink (too bad it isn't bubble gum flavored).
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I love me some Mexi-Melts.
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