No one trusts the guy named after a barnyard animal.
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Dang, I haven't done anything for my Mom this week. No $$ in the bank, so I guess she'll get a call. My wife was kind enough to show me what I got for her. It came in the mail with all the jewelry that she sells. Easy enough, that. My five year-old did make her a killer necklace out of twine and cut up straws. She's an artistic one, that five year-old. Love you, Mom. Love you, mother of our kids.