Sorry for not checking in yesterday. It was The Chosen One's 7th birthday this weekend, so I needed some alone time to recover. Plus The Wire ended and I was in mourning.

As for his birthday party, well, let's just say that that's absolutely the last time I hire a stripper. It was a total bust. I'm not going to pay a fortune for the The Chosen One and his friends to completely ignore the hottie popping out of his cake. She was a perfectly attractive women, for god's sakes -- even with lazy eye -- and he should have shown a bit more appreciation.

And they say seven is "the age of reason." Ha, t'is to laugh.

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