Not much going on lately. My incredible offspring known, as Alex, flew home last Saturday morning at the ungodly hour of 8:30am. I was like, "Who the fuck books a flight that early?"
Apparently the culprit was none other than myself.
This is my son and his BFF, Claire. Not to be confused with his girlfriend, Rachel. Both are amazing and I adore them.
This is my son and his BFF, Claire. Not to be confused with his girlfriend, Rachel. Both are amazing and I adore them.
Here is the latest of yours truly. I rarely wear make-up because it winds up running down my face, I can't nap in it and Roger isn't a fan. However, ever now and again...
And here we have one of MY BFF's, my first boyfriend and now my best gay, Chris. We "dated" in 7th grade, held hands and such. He's such an angel and has been with a great guy for the past 10 years and is the wonderful father of 3 teenagers. I adore Chris. Nothing says Big Ole Bear like he does.
Being away from friends is difficult living so far north. Also? People look at me oddly when I speak. My southern drawl is VERY pronounced. At least people remember me, yeah?
