Last night D1 came over for dinner (I had to make Fizzy Chicken S!) and to do homework together (though admittedly that is usually the last thing that gets done).

When Bird got home from her weekend at her dad's, she see's D1 and says all excitedly "Hey Dawn, want to play some-wii-game-I-don't-know-the-name-of with me ( Read more... )

So the other night I was in a sort of crunch position and while caressing me (mmmmnice), D1 lingered over my stomach ( Read more... )

"Do you know how beautiful you are?"

*melt*

"Your daughter fucking rocks."

Be still my fucking heart.

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My daughter, my baby, my suddenly grown up 7th grader has decided to join her school's Running Club ( Read more... )

"Grandma made me go to Walmart -- TWICE!"

Of course she didn't complain a bit about going to Disneyland, California Adventure, Sea World, The San Diego Zoo, Universal Studios, the Grand Canyon, the Queen Mary or the Aquarium on the Pacific.

Bird: Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!

Me: HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!

Bird: Have you been reading about Brittany?

Me: Uhmm, yeah. Have you?

Bird: Yeah, Grandma bought me all the rags to read. Even though Kevin only married her for her money, I hope he gets custody of the kids.

*blink blink*

Mmmmm Hmmmmm

I was in the middle of my best game ever (final score was 217) and had just bowled my fourth strike in a row.

As I walked back to my seat, Freddie announced "if you weren't a lesbian, you'd so be my girlfriend!"

Without missing a beat I replied "if you weren't gay, I'd so be your boyfriend!"

Bahahahaha

So. I've had it in my mind for a while to make my own gyros.

I love gyros. My wife loves gyros. Bird can eat cereal.

Thing is I have never had a "real" gyro in that I always order the chicken and not the lamb. My wife always eats the lamb and never the chicken.

Apparently gyros should be made with lamb, so obviously, I want to make them with lamb.

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