Friday morning. Getting ready to go to the airport. Ginger will fly in an airplane for the first time today.
I never got a birth certificate for Ginger. That's right folks. Irresponsible until the day I die. Well, if we didn't hustle on over to the county records to get a copy- an hour and a half before take- off.
Mission accomplished. no big deal.
*note* I started crying out nowhere when I saw this! I was, all, Here it is! Proof in Print. Ginger was born, Im her mother. This isn't a dream!
This is proof I use my camera on 100% manual... and I have no freaking idea what I'm doing! That photo up top I messed with my settings forever. And still the tree is lime green! Oh well, with a face like that I dont care too much about the tree. I want to smooch her over and over and over again. Man, she's cute.
Burgers. With Blue Cheese, Spicy Mayo and Caramelized Onions. Later Casey and I were cuddling and he squeezed me tight and said so sincerely... You are just... such a Woman. Hmmm, Interesting compliment. I think it's because I made my man a hamburger.