And stop calling me Shirley!

I am so sorry to be neglecting my blog and you, my friends. Since Thursday I have spent one day wrapping/packing, three days in Dallas unwrapping/churching/fixing/packing, and then two days here cleaning and organizing and trying to keep children civil while letting them still be, well, children. In the morning we hop in the van […]

Kinda like that

The hell I don’t. LISTEN KID. I’ve been hearing that crap ever since I was at UCLA. I’m out there busting my buns every night. Tell your old man to drag Walton and Lanier up and down the court for 48 minutes.