Although, not too many have ever called me sweet.
I am having my mom and stepdad and Craig over for dinner, which is actually lunch, so I have to get busy in the kitchen.
I'm tired, we were out too late, well not really, I was up too late. Steph, my youngest's girlfriend was here, she stayed in the spare room while she is in town helping her sister with her new twins. So, we talked a little while. I love that girl.
Got out of the house for awhile last night, but Mark and I really aren't capable of having too much of a good time, too much to worry about right now. It sucks. He is not a moody person, but recently, he really is. And while I understand it, it is becoming a real problem. Uncertainty about the future will drive you to drink. Well, it will drive me to drink, not so much him. He just cannot let loose and forget it all, not even for a little while. We have been together each and every minute of the day for quite a while now...ugh.
I'm off to the kitchen. My mom has requested another cheesecake, that is her favorite. I made her one last weekend, and she ate all of it, or all of what was left, all by herself. I don't mind making them, hell, I'll make her a dozen, that will surely put some weight back on her.
And my race is back on today...so far, I'm batting zero at getting to see them, seems there is always a crises on Sunday...but today I will watch, and I don't care if it harelips the Governor.
Ta ta.
I leave you with a new photo of CrazyDog. She needs a haircut, eh?
