My little baby boy is about to turn six. Whoop-tee-doo, right, but it is. He will only have a sixth birthday one time. So shut up.
And so, I'm figuring out what to do for his birthday, which is to say, make him taco pie and give him a present. Because that sweet baby needs a present. OF COURSE HE DOES.
(actually, he needs nothing in the world, but I'll give him one, or three, because I really love him a LOT.)
After his dinner on Sunday, he's going to go away with his grandmother for a week, and I'm going to miss him like madness, but... it's good for him. And probably for me and the Bean, too. We have going-away-to-college shopping to do.
Gah. Did I really just write that?
I don't have a lot of other things going on. Just, you know, work, fireworks (which I didn't go watch, this year, so fuck it!) and church. Time at the beach (because that's what I DO). Time with friends. On boats. Because that is also what I DO...
Rolling along, round here.
To un-boring-ize this a little bit, I'll give you a video of a kitten, doing something that my kitten totally does:
Happy birthday, America. Mama loves you...
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