Brandon bought the 5 gallon bucket of day old Voodoo Donuts for his birthday. I don't know if he has ever been so happy. He fully admits that the best part of the Voodoo buckets is that you never know if there is going to be one or not. It is like a lottery.
It is also a lottery in that sometimes you end up with a whole bucket of penis shaped donuts but we didn't even have a single one.
We had a Memorial Day/birthday potluck breakfast in the community room. He was surrounded by friends and food and afterward he got to have a long nap. I don't know if I have seen him happier.
I am a lucky woman because my husband gets cooler, smarter and better looking each year.
Sometimes I feel bad for everyone in the world that doesn't have a friend like Marissa. She is the kind of friend that every mom wants for her daughter.
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|Sunday Night: School Night: Weekend is Over|
Did I mention that I love these humans?