It's Big Daddy's birthday (yeah, he makes me call him that). Oh, okay. That's not true. I call him that because it makes the kids squirm and I kinda like seeing the little beggars squirm every now and then. But ya'll were gasping and squirming, too, for a minute there, weren't you? lol
Anywho, Big Daddy (aka Randey) is foe-dee-foe years old today. The young whipper-snapper...I can call him that because he's 6 days younger than me. Longest freakin' six days of the year, I can tell you that much. But now he's finally caught up with me again so all is well. Since he's, generally speaking, a real prince to me - I must return the favor and focus on him for this, his special day. That means my blogging time is almost non-existent, other than this post because...well, heck, it's focused on him, can't you tell?, so that makes it okay! Happy Birthday, Honey! Let's make it a great 44th year! I love you!
And to all my blogging friends, I'll see ya'll tomorrow, okay?