Buncha Cruncha

I haven't blogged in a while. I have things to say, I guess, but no time to say them.

Murphy is doing fine. He's a good dog. He does pee a little when he gets nervous, but you know... who doesn't?

Megan sent me a crate of Honeybell oranges today. It caused quite a stir in the office. Mainly because we can take pretty much anything and make it into an event. If you have never heard of Honeybell's, they are a special orange that is only available in January. Luckily, I am a nerd and have inner-net friends who are "in the know". At least, about oranges. Yay, me! Yay, Megan!

Angie's little sister, Anna, had her baby. His name is Ian Zack, and he's got sweet little feetsies, and red hair. He makes faces like he just took out his dentures. I should have pictures, but I don't yet. Trust me, though. He's a-dorable.

Last night me and Angie went to the hospital to see Anna & the baby. Anna's baby-daddy was there. Anna asked him to go get her a Sprite, and he wouldn't do it cause he didn't want to go downstairs. She told him he wouldn't have to, he'd only have to go to the nurse's station. He still acted like he didn't want to do it, but since there were 4 women all staring at him, he got off his scrawny ass and went.

I will not stop harping on that to anyone who will listen to me.

SHE GAVE BIRTH TO YOUR CHILD AND YOU WON'T EVEN GO GET HER A SPRITE????

It could be a country song.

But maybe, since we're Southern and all, we can change it to Coke, or "Co-Cola" for artistic purposes.

"That Co-Cola Won't Dry My Baby's Tears"

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