Just call me Daddy!

I have no snacks = I’m STARVING.

I stole one of Baboo’s Claim Jumper Meals for lunch. Chicken Parmesan. I hope it’s tasty.

I am going home and baking chicken for dinner. I totally forgot I bought a bunch of chicken over the weekend. I hope it didn’t go bad. That’ll piss me off. I hate when I forget stupid stuff like… FREEZING THE DAMN CHICKEN!!!!

bah.

So over the weekend I called Baboo "Daddy"… like "Daddy’s sleeping" and it felt so weird.

But he didn’t say anything like "don’t call me that!"

then last night I said he was doing well taking on the Daddy role and he said "I’m doing my best"

it freaked me out a little, but in a good way.

He has stepped up like MAJORLY. He helped me discipline Jonathon the other night and he does things like gives the boys giant bear hugs and lets them watch stupid television shows (that only boys would like) together.

It’s amazing.

This time last year I think I was crying cuz that fool was saying he didn’t know if he wanted to take on my kids…

and look at us now.

blah blah mush mush.

i lucked out. I was laying in bed last night thinking "I’m really happy, how did this happen to me?!!!!"

It’s like he had to grow out of being a dork and now he’s awesome.

I just wish he’d stop saying "I’m awesome, righ?!t"

lol….

giant headed fool.

did I mention sex last night was awesome too?

omgggggggggggzzzzzzzzzz

lol.

yep.

thinking about it makes me happy.

he’s all "you like getting pounded, don’t you!!!!"

I love that dirty talk.

anywayz!

I had something else to say, but it’s ran away.

I guess that ends this entry…