Given the fact that I'm winding up my 29th year and the 30th birthday is in sight, I'm prone to getting lost in thought about my ability to mature.... or should I say my INability to mature.
Am I going to wake up on July 23rd and FINALLY feel like I'm an adult? Will I stop CRACKING up when Athena farts or says "butt crack"?
As I am writing this Louis is encouraging Athena to continue painting her boobies. Seriously, I'm not kidding. He also holds her down so the dogs can lick her like crazy. I pinch her butt and kiss her until she palms me in the face.
Are we torturing the poor little lady?
Well, when she runs up, honks my boobs, and goes "Meep meep!" I realize she was made just for us.