Happy Mother’s Day everybody. This is the day of praising (or cursing) your Mother for not aborting you. As for me, as my reward for being born I get to go to church. Hey, it’s all Word to Me wants. No presnents, no cards, no big dinner. Just come to church. So, every year I grit my teeth and bear it for an hour. Guess who has to bear it with me this year. Operation B. His madre is going to the same church, so he has to go, too. Sucker.

In honor of yo momma, I’ve brought some friends of mine along to have it out, epic-snaps-battle style.

So, I went to Back Alley Trey’s graduation yesterday. For an hour. Then I got a headache from the screaming babies and left. He knows I’m proud of him. Proud? Proud.

Oh, Prop Ninja brought her boyfriend, Zab’z, by yesterday and without warning I trapped him in ice.

Other than trapping boyfriends in ice and getting a headache, my day was relatively dull. I fried some potatoes in goose fat and they were delicious. I guess I’m going to go balance my check book so that I can go buy groceries and whatnot. I’ve been up since 5:30am so my brain’s not really working so well. And I don’t have my notes to guide me in today’s post making. Screw it.

Have some Danzig.

More soon. ~SC