Caitlyn

Introducing the newest member of our family: Caitlyn Fletcher Cater. She was born this morning and my sister was an absolute rock star. NO DRUGS, people. NO EPIDURAL. She is amazing. And isn't this little girl beautiful.

Disney Photos

Don't get too excited. I only took a handful of photos. It was really effing hot and I didn't have the energy to wrestle my phone out of my purse every five seconds. (Special shout out to Deuce for peeing on my park purse. Didn't discover that he had "expressed" his dospleasure in being left until we were in the Magic Kindgom boiling ourselves. That smelled terrific, Deuce. You little bastard.)

So here are our piss-soaked memories.

They've given the Haunted Mansion a facelift. Am pretty sure this is one of my distant relatives.



The man. The myth. The Aggie.



Andy Griffith at Hollywood Studios. For Madge.



Even the Benihana was all about the Mouse.



Nice. My bra straps are totally showing. Guess I was just trying to keep up with all the trailor park and Euro trash.



Did you know Disney now scans your finger print to ID you? Creepuh!

Well that is literally every picture I took. Sorry, mama.

Birthday Bling

Got a HUGE surprise in the mail today! My sweet sisters sent me THIS!!!!!

Swoon!

I know this doesn't come as much of a shock to a lot of people, but actually have never owned purse like this -- something so nice.

For I am HARD on bags. I drop them. Overfill them. Dump an entire smoothie into them.

I'm so proud of this -- my first "big girl purse" -- that I could practically burst. And a bit scared to use it. It's only a matter of time before a lipgloss or pen explodes in it. Or a dog tries to claim it. Or I drunkenly drop it in the toilet.

So I'm hugging it and wishing it luck.


Because I love it too much NOT to use it!

Thanks Kiki and Cici!

Boston Terrorists

This is my boy friend, Pokey. He might look like a Boston terrier bit he's really so much more than that... Snuggly wuggly pookie wookie, chuld's playmate, drunken frat boy wanting to fight.

I snapped this picture as he and the husband were figuring out I was two-timing hussy and had been seeing Pokey on the side.

Pokey is all: "What. The. Hell?"

Wish you could see my husband's face. It was all: "Women. Can't live with 'em and can't live with out 'em... Because Texas is a 50/50 state and if that bitch goes she's taking half of everything... Even your
Mickey Mantle rookie card."

Bros before hos, Pokey.


-- Post From My iPhone