I had a rough day today. It was crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. I spent a good portion of it crying or on the verge of crying. While I was blubbering into my bologna sandwich, Punk was faithfully holding her post on IM. She didn't judge my blubbering, or anything I said no matter how serious or foolish. She's awesome like that.
It is our practice that when the other one feels like crap we send each other music videos or silly pictures of famous boys. My special request today was for pictures of my nephews and she so kindly obliged. I'm sure it was pure torture for her.
It is our practice that when the other one feels like crap we send each other music videos or silly pictures of famous boys. My special request today was for pictures of my nephews and she so kindly obliged. I'm sure it was pure torture for her.
When two Punks procreate you get a Punk child. Does this shock anyone?
Makes you smile though doesn't it.
Don't let the sweet little blond child fool you.
He's a bigger Punk than the rest of the family combined.
A Punk baby.
Here we have Punk child's artistic interpretation of a Punk baby. It moves me.
I'm not sure which direction.
This one is just because I like looking at my own kids. They are so cute to me.
A special thank you goes out to Punk, who always finds a way to show me she loves me. Urg. I always notice and I love you back, even if it's with country music.
