Where shall I start? My country boy is still mine. This coming weekend will be six months since we met at the bar with the peanut shells on the floor. We took 14 hour road trip to Montana and Yellowstone last week with little ones in tow, and he didn't run. M likes him, and has fun with him.
Cowgirl's closed, remodeled, took down the stripper poles, and when we went back we were the token white people. We are in search of a new favorite bar.
M's dad has gone from dickhead to slightly responsible and all the way back to complete dickhead. He had a girlfriend for a while, who had a daughter around M's age. This actually made him be a better dad. Now that they broke up, he needs to switch his weeknight visitation to a different night because he's "a single guy now. There's a lot to do on Thursday nights for single guys downtown." Never mind that M is better behaved when she doesn't bounce back and forth between houses all week long, it's Thirsty Thursday at PGE Park.
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