So Millhouse is ticked at me. Apparently he saw this post and is less than pleased that I called him a jackass. Now I knew that he used to read this blog but as of late I figured he was spending more of his time looking up cell towers than reading about my sleepness nights and potty training adventures especially since he is there to witness most of them.
I figured wrong.
He read the post and is not pleased that I think he is just a step above a crackhead gambler. But in my defense I meant jackass in the nicest, most loving way. I really did.
So dearest Millhouse – you’re fantabulous!!