My annual blessing: If anything red and screamy ever emerged from your vagina, then hey, here’s a greeting card.
Sore arms, full hearts, can't nap
My parents made the four-hour drive to come visit for Mother's Day. We worked on making my house more of a home.
It was more of a gift to me than to her, I think. I am the luckiest idiot currently drawing breath.
Oo-Er Missus
Fellas, next Mother's Day, do the lady a favor and pitch a big-ass tent just for her