Momma's Birthday

Momma's birthday was April 9th. It's hard to believe she's 23. She doesn't look a day over 32. Wait, does that sound right?

To help celebrate, her folks stopped on by for a short spell...two weeks! I'm surprised that over this amount of time I didn't get too comfortable and forget they were here, then start walking around the house neked like I often do. Remember Seinfeld...not a good naked. The weekend prior to Momma's birthday, the folks watched little man for two nights while momma and I painted the town. We shacked up in a hotel, ate bon bons, painted our toe nails and drank gallons of complimentary cappuccino. Good thing we weren't driving, I would have blown a few cocoa beans over the limit.

Saturday we went to the Nashville Zoo, but it was colder than a witches lady parts in a brass bra, so no animules were out frolicking. I guess they were kicking back drinking some cold beverages in their warm domiciles.

We cruised around Nashville for some eye buying to pass the time since the animules were wussing out on us, because...they were co-old. Oh, poor babies, don't dare get a chill and find out what shrinkage is. Yah, that's right Mr. Lion, your not so bad with your rig hiding in your belly to stay warm. Here wussy, wussy, wussy...meow.

Later that eve, I treated Momma to some good eats at the Bound'ry. If you haven't been, it's pretty tasty. I fed her every bite with a seductive flare that would make Andrew Dice Clay blush. I even let her drink from my glass (I had to get over the fact that she has girl cooties). I mean, c'mon, it was her birthday! Haven't you ever heard of sacrifice. In the words of Dane Cook..."you should try it, it's delicious."

As the night grew later and later, nearing 8:00 PM, we headed back to our home away from home to catch some Zs. We werrrre spent. WOW! Hey, have you ever heard of a hotel that charges by the hour? I haven't. Hmmmm.

All in all, it was a good time. And yes, every minute we were wondering what little man was up to. Come to find out, Momma's folks had little man and Sisi (the elder chief in the fam) acting out scenes from the supercalifragilistic movie, Mary Poppins. Little man had the umbrella and Sisi was dressed up like Mr. Albert with the funny hair. We're going to have to keep an eye on those two from now on when they baby sit. What's next, Pulp Fiction? What's a gimp?

Hey, little man, check out your Momma blowing a bunch of hot air.

(...will i get into trouble for saying that?)

Time to hit the hay.
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