I think I'm fixing to indulge in a cube of vino (heh, doesn't that sound soooo much classier than "drink a box of wine"?).
How do I know that Sweety loves me? He had that all ready to go for me by the time I got finished telling the little hellions a bedtime story. And the best part? He had a straw for me! I've mentioned that I can't drink without making a mess unless I have one and I thought that we didn't have any but he scrounged one up for me! Yay, Sweety!
And what would a Saturday night post be without a gratuitious dog photo?