Muffin top spring preview ...

Don't anyone pass out, but I do love to volunteer when I can ... and today was soooo cool. I volunteered at an egg hunt for blind children where the kids hunt for eggs in a big field ... they are marked with balloons though and have beepers going....THE coolest event I've seen in a long time.

My job today (since they didn't trust me in the field with the kids evidently) was at a station that was doing hand prints in paint where you paint the child's hand, spread the fingers to look like ears and hand print on paper ... and then we added grass (basket filler) and a cloud (cotton balls) ..so the kids got to feel all of the textures of things ... unbelievable the smiles on these kids faces.

I have to admit I had a laugh or two when one of the volunteers had just stepped in to help with the grass part and hands the kid the grass and goes "Ok put it on ..." EYE YI YI ... she can't see you dumb ass - REMEMBER THAT'S THE POINT OF THIS LITTLE EVENT. LOL. Kinda funny.

ANYHOO ... good day...came home to the babysitter by the pool with the kids ... the baby had a leopard suit on that was the older sisters but she never wore so has hung in the room as decor b/c it was too cute (and the nursery has leopard...of course it does ha) and the pistol had on the bottoms (ONLY) of a suit that were in her underwear drawer AND HOT PINK WATERWINGS. haha. The poor babysitter ... it's only MARCH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD - I haven't done my spring cleaning out closets and drawers and regorganized with the summer wardrobes and sizes yet ...WHAT A SIGHT TO SEE.

She did call and ask if they could sit inside the pool fence ... which made me nervous as it was ...so you think I'd have freaked out, but man - I enjoyed walking into happy kids, LATHERED IN SUNSCREEN I MIGHT ADD happy babysitter, and the house wasn't tore up because they were OUTSIDE FROM THE TIME I LEFT. Big tip for babysitter...(in addition to the great pay and venti mocha frap that's a given when she babysits or cleans :)_)

Where is Dr. Teats on this fine Saturday you ask? Stuck in Dallas Fort Worth Airport ... he missed his connecter to Los Angeles because they couldn't get the weight balanced on the lawn dart from Lubbock to Dallas ... and he's on ME about weight. Geesh. He was LIVID ...but between you and me, bet it was his side that was LEAAAAAAAAAAAAANING to the left. I'm just saying.

So, now I'm off, to a family birthday party, (his side) with the pistols, by myself .... and have been left a v/m from DFW airport...to BRING MY SUIT and the kids' suits ... B/C HE GOT A PHONE CALL FROM HIS COUSIN THAT THE PISTOLS HAVE BEEN INVITED TO SWIM AT THIS SHING DING ... AND HE'S NOT GONNA BE THERE TO SWIM WITH THEM.

Need I say more? SHIT. shit.shit.shit.

At least it started as a good day, never said it was going to end that way ...

Toodles,
M.F.

Mocha freak throwin' you a bone ...

My top 10 tips for you ...things MOCHA FREAK LOVES...:)

1.Hempz lotion (TO, DIE FOR.)

2.L'oreal Vulimnious (the BRIGHT yellow tube) Mascara

3. Arbonne Lipsaver SPF 30

4. Restoration Hardware ...SILVER SAGE ANYTHING ...the most soothing color E-V-E-R. (great paint color for a bathroom - totally soothing and spa like)

5. Beaulieu Vineyard (BV) Zinfandel (Napa) ...Red Zin ...

6. My True Religions ...style = Emma

7. Ray-bans ...(oh yes, back to the 80's baby ... he he) style 3361 in the brushed gold

8. My B.O.C. (off shoot of BORN) wedges ...style "Junia" in gold

9. Sensa Pens ...B/C I'M A PEN WHORE.

10. My personalized preppy travel mug, and ALL THINGS MONOGRAM CHIC .... check her out AT http://www.monogramchick.com/ - she's smart, funny, and has some DARLING things for you to personalize for yourself ...or your friends! MOTHERS DAY IS JUST AROUND THE CORNER GIRLFRIENDS...:) She's got a giveaway going for another 3 hours but keep checking back with her - she has always got somethin' goin' down ...

(this list does not include the obvious triple grande extra whip cream mocha and glacier blue KITCHEN AID MIXER ... duh...these are givens.)

Milk 'em for all their worth

"Dr. Teat's Dutch temper = things look up for Mocha Freak 101":

A)Big fight due to hot tempered Dutchman's foul mouth = No nookie.



B) No nookie = Dr. Teats kisses my ass until he gets 'some'.



C) Dr. Teats kissing my ass = cute new clothes from business trip, the dishes done for me and pistols bathed while I sit on my ass, feet up and read Coastal Living. And a larger than life check for my "extra expenditures" while he's gone (AGAIN) for the next 3 days.



D) Exhibit C = BRING ON THE FIGHT DR. TEATS ... IT WAS WELL WORTH IT.



And to think, he thought he was gonna get some 1 day of no talking plus 3 days of business trip - DUH ...EXNAY ON THE NAY-NAY ... silly, silly boy. He's the one who has "Milk 'em for all they're worth" ...as his business slogan... bless his heart. I'm just being a submissive wife and doing as my husband says ...AND SO, I SHALL MILK, AS HE SAYS.

Innocently,
M.F.

Large, dark, circles ...

Nope friends, not the kind you will find under my eyes on a DAILY.

I thought I was being funny at dinner tonight, when my almost 4 year old giggles like crazy and says ...

(ARE YOU SITTING?)...

"MOM, YOU ARE HILAREOLAS ..."

Dr. Teats let out a guffaw and then asked her to say it again just to be sure ...

"HILAREOLAS ..."

Crap, I wish they were HIGH.

And so, my day (almost) ends, on that lovely note.

Eye yi yi ...

M.F.

An Extra Large clearly not in charge ...

...of the buying at Banana Republic.

So I was in Banana this weekend ... picked up a cute turquoise top (to go with my new turquoise necklace b/c you know that's how I roll - buy the accessory and then buy clothes to match...). So I wanted it in black too ...but...

Can someone please tell me ... why in a world of fatties like me ...there are always 10 extra smalls and no larges? Seriously ... haven't they gotten a clue yet when they buy? I mean we are in the land of cows ...Dairyland ... and LORD KNOWS WE NEED A CUPCAKE WITH OUR TALK GLASS OF MILK. We ain't gonna be buyin' the damn extra smalls, because I can guarantee you there will be no cutting back on comfort food as far as I can see ...I'M JUST SAYIN'.

For crying out loud people ...get a clue. Stop letting the size double 0's do the ordering.

Gotta go pick up the pistol ...AND TAKE HER FOR AN ICE CREAM ...haha.

M.F.

I LOVES ME SOME MUFFIN TOP ...

UNFORTUNATELY DR. TEATS DOES NOT.

I baked cupcakes for the pistol to decorate with frosting and sprinkles today ... because she's really into frosting and sprinkles ...

So is her momma.

I just ate 3 muffin tops, off of 3 cupcakes... in.a.row.

And I wonder why I have a muffin top.

Maybe I should change my name to Muffin Top Freak.

Damn good thing Dr. Teats is with the cows in Wisconsin this week because a)I'm pretty sure the women are heftier back there and b)I've got 4 more days to lose 4 lbs that I put on in one day.

SO busted

I'm so busted ...I got called out - two nights in a row blogging doped up on triple grande extra whip ... tomorrow night you won't be so unlucky - I promise...I'll tame down. Tonight however, I may, or may not, need a white padded room and a straight jacket.

M.F.

Fat ass Barbie ... are ya with me????

I said it on my facebook but I'll say it again ... because I'm still PISSED that my 3 year old told me my stomach is getting bigGER last night ... and then had the nerve to ask me tonight, in passing of course if I was having another baby. I swear it's these damn barbies ... totally ruining it for some of us. Not the skinny, big boobed bitches but the rest of us normal ones. There is so much push on green this and that and healthy body image, well then why in the hell is Barbie a double d, with a 25 inch waist and no hips, with long perfect legs and not a wrinkle or vericose vein to be had ... BECAUSE THAT'S SOOOO REALISTIC. Does this not encourage botox, lipo, plastic surgery and anorexia? LOL. EYE YI YI.

And don't even get me started on Ken and his 'package' ...seriously.

Let's see a big girl Barbie (ok honestly I want her to be named fat-ass barbie) ... with fries instead of a horse, perhaps a mocha frappuchino Barbie ... reading "Us" and addicted to facebook. With a muffin top please. Perhaps carrying a baby with a saggy diaper. Boy sorry this is getting too specific isn't it? haha. She can be HEALTHY OF COURSE ... I don't even really care if she's got normal sized boobs but does her middle have to be the size of MY MIDDLE FINGER? Lord have mercy. And how 'bout a Ken with a receding hair line, and a beer belly, with a remote in one hand, and his other hand down his pants ... no corvette, but a lazy boy, and a 50 inch flat screen with an ESPN on it ... BECAUSE THAT, MY FRIENDS, IS REALITY. Well, ok, not for all of you ... I know at least a couple of you have freakin' ripped husbands with abs to die for who substitute a beer for a Figi water while watching ESPN, but, those two of you, also don't have the muffin top like me. You're the twigs in the bunch that think you're fat but you're really teeny and gorgeous, BUT YOU SWEAR YOU'RE ADDICTED TO MCDONALDS FRENCH FRIES AND CONFESS EATING PINTS OF BEN AND JERRYS IN THE DARK WHEN NO ONE'S LOOKING ... lol. YAH YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE ...HOT HUSBANDS ... and you're smokin' hot too - matter of fact you guys are who Ken and Barbie are modeled after (minus the double D's, the horse and the corvette perhaps).

Clearly I'm stereo typing ...I just think it's lame that Ken and Barbie are who my kids are comparing Dr. Teats and I too ... oh, well in our house actually it's Prince Philip and Belle... same idea. *and duh I know the two don't go together but it's who she's obsessed with so it's who we have...* It's so twisted that the Pistol announced at dinner a couple of nights ago - that she is ecstatic for our next trip to Disneyland, but she knows daddy is SUPER 'essited' too ... because he's going to see his GIRLFRIEND ...BELLE. WTF???? Speaking of a big package ...I can see it now... as Belle sits on Dr. Teats lap for a photo op at the Princess Faire. There will be an eighth NOT-SO-DWARF NAMED POKEY. (Eye roll.) I hope he gets that he's the Beast in that little love affair ...

Barbie, Belle, whoever and their boyfriends Ken and Philip, can all kiss my fat ass, and BIG STOMACH TO BOOT. I can't wait til the pistol starts in on Dr. Teats and his PARTS.

I'M SO OVER THE SCRUTINY. I need to ask the Pistol for some pole dancing lessons ...maybe I could lose the gut, AND STEEL DR. TEATS (A.K.A. THE BEAST) ATTENTION AWAY FROM 'BELLE'.

Fondly,
F.A.M.F. (you figure it out.)

PRECIOUS BELLY LAUGHS ...

So today was an interesting day ... the background is...one of my BFF's and I had baby girls 2 weeks apart ... #2 for both of us ... our due date was the same... Sept 16th - we even did our diabetes test in all of it's thick, liquidy nastiness ...sat there for 3 hours and she picked my baby girl's name that day (while looking at magazines of course haha...). For the record - she PASSED I FAILED DAMN IT. Whatever I only gained 9 lbs due to my freaking graham cracker and peanut butter diet. Our baby girls were born close, weaned close, same personalities, grew almost identically - both being off the charts - above 100% in height (another Dutch blooded BIG girl ...) so it had been fun to watch them grow.

We were at a burger joint on a Friday almost 4 weeks ago... laughing at the girls eating fries and ranch dressing ...both 'lil PIGLETS while their older siblings are light eaters ...her daughter, much better behaved and sitting nicely in her high chair while mine was running amok ...



On the next day, Saturday, I got the call that her sweet pea had been at the babysitters and "FELL OFF THE BED" per the babysitter (I'll fill you all in on that later) but anyway - the little darlin' passed away 4 days later - brain dead, horribly bruised up body, fractured skull and three layers of hemorrhaged retinas - they had to make the decision to pull her off of life support. So it's been 4 weeks or so, but today she and her son JJ came up and we went to the local bounce house party place ...Boingos ...just for some fun, relaxation, deep fried disgustingness and a place behind closed doors in another town where everyone wasn't staring at her or asking HOW SHE WAS ...uggg. Anything I asked her - all she could reply was with a deep sigh "I don't care ..." I mean seriously - who could care at this point right? After you have to decide to pull the plug on your baby, decide whether to donate her organs or keep them to have a very CRITICAL autopsy ...what kind of flowers at the memorial service, who shall we have sing "I Can Only Imagine" by Mercy Me, decide what color the 3 foot casket is going to be, and whom of your friends husbands shall carry your 18 month baby girl to her grave... sheesh - does she want pizza, mozzarella sticks or chicken strips - SERIOUSLY ... she didn't care.



The thing of it is ...it's a TRAGIC situation - but we're trying to keep things as normal as possible for the little guy ... (and her) - so of course she showed up and I graced her with an iced grande caramel macchiato one pump vanilla ... we raced off to "Boingos" where I had to run to the bathroom right after I handed over my Visa to pay our way in, and of course I had to blow it out the back ... I came back out looking white as a ghost because a) I barely made it and b) my ass HURT LIKE HELL AND I NEEDED SOME AQUAFOR. My bff says to me "boy, and I thought I had bad diarrhea lately ...." WE BELLY LAUGHED. That was good.



It got better ... I was buying the little guy everything he wanted - DUH OF COURSE I WAS :) ... rubber lizards, and rubber frogs ...a turtle - a bunch of crap. The kids were having a ball and no one was there - just us. We're chillin' out after our greasy lunch - and my little bazooka is M.I.A. ... the two older kids - we had track of - we thought it was safe ...and all of a sudden there she is - in all of her 18 months - not climbing out of a crib this time - but at the TOP, OF THE STEEPEST EFFING SLIDE - 15 STEPS UP (20 ft up?) ... WAY OUT OF HER LEAGUE ... we had pulled away the step so she couldn't even get to the base but she'd drug the step over in a matter of seconds unbeknownst to us ... and there she sat ...shit eatin' grin ...with a flashing pacifier that she'd demanded from the toy bin minutes earlier ... I knew I couldn't get to her ... she was so high up ...it was either about to be sheer bliss or sheer disaster ...



BLISS.IT.WAS. OMG. The thing turned herself onto her tummy as she'd only 'WATCHED' the big kids do ...and slid down like nobody's business giggling all the way down.

Again ...we BELLY LAUGHED (right after I caught my breath and made sure I didn't just spell "h.e.l.p" in my panties or perhaps, a more realistic depiction would be "o.h.m.y.L.O.R.D.NO!" squirting down my legs ... seriously... we know it wouldn't have been a four letter lump of anything today.)



So at this point, Mocha Freak in all of her glory, thought it would be wise ...to follow up after the lil Bazooka - I mean - she did have first timers luck ... but if you knew her you'd know the likelihood of that again was slim to none ... so I follow her up ... (let's not forget - arse still en fuego) ...get to the top ...she about sprints out of my hands to the top and is STANDING ..I manage to get her to sit on her doop ... and get her on my lap ... WE FLY DOWN ...OH SWEET JESUS DID WE FLY ... but when we hit the bottom and came to a SCREECHING HALT ... BABY LAUGHING ...MOMMA NOT SO MUCH ... I HAD 'JEANS ENEMA' ... SICK ...IT HURT...SO FREAKING BAD ... my bff is sitting at the bottom ...watching my face - and knows ED ZACHARY why I'm looking at her cross eyed and holding my breath ... tears...



"NEED SOME AQUAFOR?" she asks? Another Belly Laugh ..I told her I needed the jaws of life to pull my pants out of my ass. It was her turn next ...ain't no way I was going through that agony again. Watching her climb up and fly down with little-orneriness was equally humerous ... I think we both beat the weight limit on that stupid thing but the Boingos hostess with the mostess "turned her eye" ...thank da Lawd. he he.



So, although this isn't ass crass as usual ...it was just a good reminder to me ... that even in the midst of SHIT ...and I do mean the darkest, DEEPEST, NASTIEST SHIT you could imagine in your worst nightmares ...this girl still managed to belly laugh. At my expense of course ... but it was all worth it. :)



We left, bloated, with 25000 rubber lizards, frogs, snakes and some BLINKING pacifier ...with a sore ass crack and sweat beads on my Bff's nose ... she probably hadn't sweat that bad since the funeral 3 weeks ago - GIRL GOT A WORK OUT CHASING THE BAZOOKA. And while I know she'd rather have been taking her own little baby girl down the KILLER slide, or seeing her own little baby girl at the top and losing her breath ...she managed to make my baby girls day better ... on behalf of my BIG.SORE.BUTT. Precious moments, precious belly laughs ...ODD DESCRIPTIVE - but that's what they were...precious belly laughs.



It was a good day. A GOOD DAY IN THE LIFE OF MOCHA FREAK. :)



AND LORD KNOWS I NEEDED A GOOD, M.F. DAY. :)



Hope you had a good one too.



Off to lube up ...

Princess Poop escapes from her cage ...DAMN.IT.

The little Bazooka just crawled out of her crib ...for the first time ... which I thought was a huge deal and totally threw me for a loop, until she outdid that trick by pulling off her diaper, announcing she had to 'POOP MOMMA' and ran to her big sister Pistol's bathroom ...I helped her on the potty BECAUSE SHE WAS TRYING TO CRAWL UP THERE HERSELF ...and pooped. She grunted, and POOPED. WTF.

SERIOUSLY ...WTF. What's next ...she'll be mixing my stockholm royale's for me? Hope so ...I could use one.

Over and out,
M.F.

Nyquil anyone?

Y'all think I had a hang over this morning after that post last night, but I SO DIDN'T ... my eyes were admittedly a SMIDGE, puffy ...but other than that lookin' and feelin' like a million bucks. :) And, after all, I had a 10:30 church service to be at ... sermon on RECOVERY ... duh, couldn't miss that one! Sporting the new turquoise and cross necklace for all my friends to see, had NOTHING to do with my hopping out of bed ON TIME, with no help from Starbucks or Dr. Teats to get out of bed and get going. he he he. Ask me how many compliments I got on that FREAKING AWESOME NECKLACE...

Too many to count... :)

Somewhere between "HOPPING OUT OF BED" and the wardrobe selection I must have forgotten about my new found morning motivator ...because I got dressed, was rockin' very cute jeans, (in other words, make legs look thinner, longer, ass look smaller and less FLAT AND WIDE) and a cute top ... cute new gold wedges ...and then DAMN - CUTE AS THIS OUTFIT IS, CAN'T WEAR THE NEW NECKLACE. So, I had to wear a way less cute outfit, unplanned, just to sport the new jewels. haha. I love writing things like this because it's so hideous to 'say it out loud' (that's for you say it out loud) and YES, I sit here smirking because I know all can relate.

I'm sure I'll be buying outfits for this stupid necklace for weeks to come ...

For tonight ... I only have one small prayer...for there is no buzz, which means the monitor will not "happen to get turned off" ... that the babies sleep ...and sleep well...and don't come sauntering to the side of the bed with the nigh nigh and whimpering "I can't sleep ...." - because girls - I'm so over the 12 year old full sized mattress with NON-LAVENDAR colored sheets ... in the fuschia and lime green room, where the lamp HAS TO BE ON ...I get kicked all night and do.not.sleep. Ugggg.

I am in love, with my new bed... the new Tempur-Pedic ... that Dr. Teats was practically forced to buy in a matter of hours, when the new FOUR POSTER KING SIZED BED ARRIVED (don't worry - posts are wide, don't think the pistol will break them practicing) and it was an Eastern King, as opposed to a Cal King ...which is the size of the 3 year old Sealy Posturepedic mattress that we have ...(haha now had). Yup - true story ...beautiful new furniture ... the whole set ... and the mattress didn't fit ... but the GOOD NEWS IS ...I now have my OWN SIDE OF THE BED, WITH IT'S OWN CONTROLS ...YES CONTROLS ... remind me to tell you about THOSE ...tomorrow.

I'm off to catch some zzzzz's...on IT. :) Might have been Cran/GG last night ...but I'm thinkin' - Nyquil, will help me get my z's...hehe. Amen to Tempur-pedic. LOL.

Night night...M.F.

Dairy Delight

Listen ...the bottom line is, I've been slacking. But to be frank, there hasn't been a whole lot funny in my life lately but actually a lot of HORRIBLE - thus, the MF'n blog drought. I'm sure I'll get to my many woes and down right tragedies at some point but it's neither the time nor the place, because you don't look to this blog for that shit, you look to it for laughs, so that I shall provide with DAIRY DELIGHT TONIGHT.



I remember when I was in junior high - little shack of a joint across from the school that served slushes, ice cream, shakes, fries and burgers ...we all lived for these damn things...EVERY.DAY. In fact I'm fairly certain there were 13 yr olds doing favors behind the locker rooms just to make a little extra change for a grape slush now and again. The place was called Dairy Delight.



I had a Dairy Delight tonight ... and no, it wasn't Dr. Teats doing what he does so well, or a burger or fries or grape slush at the old local hang out ...it was a lame ass steak dinner, with a silent and live auction and a Goddam NO HOST BAR ... THAT WE PAID BIG BUCKS FOR A TABLE AT ... that of course the "4th couple" conveniently didn't show up at. (you all know what I'm talking about - they say 'yes' b/c they don't know how to say no because they know it's going to suck just like you do but they can say no because they didn't buy the g.d. table. ...) for the local university (Dr Teats Masters alma mater) DAIRY CLUB.



So, if you have to know, revenge, was sweet. I HAD TO GO. I'm Mrs. Dr. Teats .. it's a given. Hate the things - gotta go. So, you all know damn well I show up looking as hot as possible ... duh, of course I do because that's how I roll... and it's a s(h)morgasboard of folks, I'd spare you the details but it's way more fun to describe a) your husbands ex who is wearing a shirt that shows her back fat and the color totally washes her out but damn her because her freaking jeans are damn cute and rock ...so we'll focus on the fugly shirt b) the family of 10 at YOUR TABLE OF 8, WITH YOUR COMPANY NAME ON IT THAT YOU HAVE PAID BIG BUCKS FOR ... that you don't know, have never seen, they speaka-no-ingles, each have 15 pieces of linguisa on their cake-sized appetizer plates and the 'head of the family' is sporting a Dallas Cowboys baseball cap (totally inappropriate by the way, however, lucky, b/c that damn hat is the only reason Dr. Teats didn't go kick his freaking ass for sitting at our table DAMN IT ... ) c) the token woman that is just so jacked up that you can't not make fun of her - you smell her perfume from your table 5 tables over, her big, overgrown roots hair, too tight shirt, too tight shoes, (oh DON'T even act like I'm being a bitch right now - because you know what too tight shoes look like ... with skin puffing out the top of the ballet flat ...and the muffin top that does.not.quit.muffining) d) the bar tender at the portuguese hall this shing ding is held at that acts like he's never seen a cute chick with huge boobs before ...GAWD, IF HE STARED AT MY GIRLFRIEND ANY HARDER I'D HAVE DECKED HIM, however the drinks were stong so amen to her huge ta-tas ... or e) THE FREAKIN' HUSSIES THAT WERE BIDDING AGAINST ME ON THE CUTEST-TURQUOISE-BEADED-STERLING-CROSS-NECKLACE-EEEEEEEEEVERRRRRRRRRRRRRR at the silent auction ... I mean have I told you about the near fight I got in over a Roomba at the Rotary Club Auction? WHAT IS THE DEAL WITH THESE PEOPLE????



So seriously ... I'd had 5 Grey Goose/Cranberries already - wasn't NOTHIN' gonna stop me from getting this DARLING necklace. (I will be so lucky if I make it through this without full out dropping the F bomb) I'm totally getting pissed because these two girls are hovering like UFO's eye-spying a Roswell Margaritaville, and I'm having to send in the big guns (hot bro-in-law to flirt with them while my hubby dives in behind them and OUT BIDS THEIR DUMB ASSES ...) SWEET JESUS ... $350 later ...I got the stupid necklace ... and then find out the dairy club president made the damn thing - probably strung it together from a 'do-it-yourself' craft box ... haha - but - IT'S CUTE, I GOT IT, DR. TEATS IN ALL HIS GLORY - PAID FOR IT...IN ALL OF IT'S DAIRY DELIGHTFULNESS.



Did you ever feel like flipping a couple of bitches double barrels to their faces? Well, I about did when they sauntered past my table moaning "I didn't even see him behind me ...WHERE DID HE EVEN COME FROM - GAWWWWWWD ...I'M SO PISSED!" I about laughed myself off my chair ... and thus ...some more...Dairy ... Delight....



No milk involved, not even so much as a damn ice cream cone, but - some good drinks, good laughs, good company, a DARLING NECKLACE ... and all, for the benefit ...of the dairy club...



CHEERS TO COWS...and Dr. Teats who lives for feeding them ...and taking me to these ridiculous functions where some days, I end up a winner in the end ... and, I was a winner in the end, ON SO MANY LEVELS... IT REALLY WAS A DAIRY DELIGHTFUL EVENING)



GO ahead, welcome me back with a loud HOO.RAY. ...all two of you. I know you missed me. :)