Hooooo doggie!

Somebody mailed my boss Pecan pralines. I eated one.

When I was just a little pisscutter, my dad went to New Orleans to see the Final Four games. He brought me back a tie-dye tee shirt and a waxed paper sack of pralines. I had never had them before. I still remember how magical they were. My dad has the best (sweet, small) ways of making me feel special.

Yesterday was my father's birthday.  He turned the ripe old age of 35.  I love you, dad!





Oh, and in case you were wondering, I am premenstrual. What? As if the mascara on my cheeks as I hit PUBLISH wasn't a dead give away.

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