Disclosure

While driving 'round town with lil brother riding shotgun, I ask him, "So what worries do you have about growing up?"  And he seriously ponders this questions.  "Living alone," he says solemnly.  Pause.  "Drinking coffee!" he says with disgust.  Another pause.  "Losing all my money in Vegas," he says with finality.

Laws, y'all...  now I'm worried!

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Big kid and his friend were laughing at Mr B as they ambled through the house and caught him alone....watching Shrek....and drinking a beer.  Now that's an ADULT movie for ya'.

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Mr B said he had a nightmare 'bout me (yes, that irony is rich, I know...sigh!).  We were at his gay friend's party and all the gay men criticized my clothes.  "You didn't take it well," he grimaces.  And you can bet your sweet ass, I didn't!  That dream pissed me off in real life.  I can assure you:  gay men would APPROVE of MY wardrobe!

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Mr B was a real trooper on our Saturday shopping trip for next weekend's graduation party that we're hosting.  I drug him to Old Time Pottery, Dollar Tree, Party City, and Jo Ann's Fabrics (those quilting ladies are hard core!).  Anyhoo...  I only had to give him the beady eye once (which is one step down from the crazy eye but just as unpredictable)...  and he did straighten up and fly right and stop hustling me and nay-saying 'bout all the sh*t I was buying..for awhile...before he starting getting all explicit 'bout the sex'shal favors I was gonna have to perform for all this shopping (*eye roll*).  However, last stop was the local liquor store, and he did perk up when talking to the Indian owner 'bout sizes and prices and types of beer kegs.  So once home, I put the remote in his hands and turned on the History Channel and promised to leave him alone....  for a little while!

We are so PROUD of our graduate, Mr Magnum Cum Laud! 

Love you, bunny!