Happy Hour

Though I wish happy hour meant a bottle of rum with a nipple on it, it simply means microwave nachos during Anika's naptime and a little blogging.

I promised Nicole a photo of my butt-rocker mullet. My own ugly face makes me laugh! I think I need a shrink to help me figure out if that is a sign of healthy or poor self-esteem!!?? While I am no-kind-a cute... this girl is all kinds-a-cute!.....