I want all their ages. That's my problem. I find six nearly as exciting as Chris does. I'd just like it if five stuck around as well.

Leigh Hunt's, Jenny Kissed Me is one of the poems that speaks most to me about my children and their childhood, even the boys, even though it's not a parental-ish one.

Jenny kissed me when we met, 
        Jumping from the chair she sat in; 
    Time, you thief! who love to get 
        Sweets into your list, put that in. 
    Say I'm weary, say I'm sad; 
        Say that health and wealth have miss'd me; 
    Say I'm growing old, but add- 
                                      Jenny kiss'd me. 

I will pass on the birthday wishes to him, Nicole and Laura. Thank you.

I killed Bitches with a ditty. And I'd do it, again.

Please do. We need more ditty in our day I say.

Sometimes they need killing, I guess.

Thanks for the ~ma.

I'm waiting for doctors to call me back. I hate that. Poor Toto needs to go out, but I can't take him, 'cause I'm waiting.

I don't know if it's possible, but can you forward your phone calls to your cell phone? Or does that only work the other way around?

t pets Toto

t and vw

Nora, are you around?

Edit: HEE!

Could you call me at home?

ok, got the digits.

Please do. We need more ditty in our day I say.

Sometimes they need killing, I guess.

This tempts me to riff on Bull Durham's Meat, when he mishears/mis-sings the lyrics of Try a Little Tenderness, with a "Young girls they do get wooly."

I've probably said too much.

'Cause of all the stress. Every time I see a jock on TV saying the exact same thing another jock said the day before, I think of that movie and that Crash would be proud. Lord, I wish I was ready for this day, but really not.