So last night I was sitting comfortably with the 3 women in my life and my boy racing around the carpet watching American Idol. We were hooting. We were hoe downing. We were glued to the vocal divaness of the ladies in the boobtube. And Lakesha sure did put the boob in the tube. I warmed up Losiah’s bottle and walked him upstairs. placed him in the cage we Americans like to call a crib.
I was gone 45 seconds. 45 seconds. No lie. I returned to this…
I love my life.