delivered from the blast, the last of a line of lasts

You know what I love about children? When you tell one of them he's been a good boy today and give him his good boy sticker, he'll wait patiently until his mama comes to see him and the first thing he'll do will be puff his chest out and proudly slap himself over his sticker and say "Look mama, I was good today!" And then, when you leave some four hours later, you'll catch his face through the glass door and he'll still be smiling like a hero.

::loves::

The flower boy was in one of his awesome feminist moods today and finally cave in to me and got himself some Erykah Badu songs for his iPod. He actually tapped his fingers to the beat against the steering wheel. And then burped, but that's not important. What is important is how he can't come up with a decent remark to mock/question Jensen's manhood when presented with this picture, he has a smart-ass comment for every single one of them, but this one leaves him at a loss of words, I blame the MAN!arms, I mean, did you see that WRIST? It's definitely the MANLY arms ::nods::

roguemouse, where the hell are you? silver_spotted, still alive sweety? Haven't heard zip from either of you in like forever. I miss your faces! (not that I've ever seen them, but)

chicken soup for the soul

( I know why the caged bird sings )