I am a woman of my word, Iceel you bastard.

Alternate title: The post where I go all mummy gooey, ask for a favour and then show my boobies. Before my breasticles, an actual post. Boo had a wonderful time at camp. I drove the hair raising drive out to the secluded camp, in the middle of freaking NOWHERE with hills that rivaled rollercoasters in the fucking RAIN, and found him doing archery. Well I heard him first, yelling at the kids to stand where he deemed necessary and basically ruling the roost. As usual. He came running to me. And then he showed me around. Smiling and happy …

This is the way it is goin’ down, yo.

Dear Family, Sunday. Mothers Day. Day of mother worship. Mother. That would be ME. You know, that chick that does your washing and feeds you and drives you around and shit? Yeah, well she wants a freaking day off. And that day is gunna be Sunday. And this is the way it is goin’ down. Sunday morning, I ain’t getting up till I am READY to get the fuck up. I don’t care if Boo has painted the walls in his own excrement or has eaten half a jar of peanut butter with a twig he found in the …