My favorite text message rcvd today

Just like his daddy, who said "Isn't she such a bitch, Finn?" right when we first met. I knew he would do some dousing me with some delousing powder, make me dispel all negativity and put out any cigarettes before getting to hold the little bad Larry. Which made me smell like coffee, antiseptic and bad intentions and then Finn cried. The second time I got to hold him he was wide eyed and calm faced but Mat hadn't had his turn yet and so I had to share, boo.
I made the best baby mix for him ever. Well, two baby mixes.

PB&F w/ torn-off crust

Much better than cut-off crusts.

Finn is my wallpaper. He the smallest human I have ever met and yet I feel grand things for him.
I am watching my pre-recorded episode of The View, for Friday, June twelfth. I feel like an elderly type for inviting the talking heads into my home while alone late at night. They are unfortunately succumbing to the John and Kate plus Eight chatter phenom. Barbara is absent, Whoopi is in some white dashiki, Joy in a jubilant blue and Sherri has a wig on.
Oh god I love Whoopi.

They say Susan Lucci looks 37. I feel like crawling under the proverbial rock.

I repainted my living and bathroom.

Whoa, Susan Lucci. She left her fiance for his son while his son was dating her daughter.

Whoa, me. I just figured out they were talking about the show? OLTLOMG.

I may see a matinee tomorrow if the weather is still blurgy. The weather has been suck since end May. If it is cold in July the end of days have come.

I may be moody a la woman times or I may just be a grumpy person in general. I worry about the latter.

I do not like the Black Eyed Peas.