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L snored last night and I thought I was going to kill him. Seriously, when he snores like that I fantasize about a cute little apartment BY. MYSELF. Then he tells me that he's not snoring. Why would I be awake at 2:34 AM, elbowing you, telling you to STOP THE SNORING FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD AND HOLY!!!! if you are not snoring? Sweetie? Huh, why? Why would I make that up? Yesterday, he came here to bring me to the bank (long story) at lunchtime. After we did what we had to there, he drives thru Wendy's. What? He knows that french fries are my weakness and that I cannot have them. I was strong people. I only ate 3. I wanted to get a bucket the size of my head, fill it up with steamy hot fries and order a chocolate frosty, but I got it together. I ordered a tiny little grilled chicken wrap with no cheese. I did have a Diet Coke which I said I wasn't going to do but sue me. I have PMS. Is that obvious? Tonight we are going HERE for Maria and Madison's birthday celebration. Blue and I have never been and neither has MaMaw. I'll love it because I love everything but Blue, not so much. He's not an adventurous eater at all. He loves the girls, though. Maria's 15th was May 28th and Madison will be 13 on June 10th. He and Madison have a very special bond. She fell head-over-heels in love with him the day they met. She was 3 or 4 years old and was playing dress up. She went to put on a big princess-style dress and got him to slow-dance with her. She melted his heart. Biiiiiig time. She thinks he hung the moon and is her boyfriend. He adores her and takes her side over everyone else. I got an invite to a diaper shower. How is that different from a regular shower? This is her second pregnancy and she is having twins, a boy and a girl. It's for my cousin, Robby's, wife. The twins are due in August sometime. I would already get them something so, I don't care if she has a shower or not. What do you think about showers? Did you have wedding & baby showers? So that is all for now. I'm off to wash more clothes. Sorry for the mood... Labels: blah, food, life, Luke
