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Well hello new favorite friend?

What is that?

You want to follow me around today as I do utterly mundane things.

You don’t mind watching me scrub toilets and blow out my hair.

You will keep me energized while collecting masses of my hair from every corner of the bathroom, each and every bathroom?

And you aren’t going to make any comments about how my butt looks nothing like Cameron Diaz butt?

You know, diet pepsi, you and I are going to be good friends.

Today we had a new friend come over to play because the regular was not home, you know who you are.

Gentry and friend (I had two man cubs in the house) were so loud and wild. I was amazed. Gentry was good, for a while and then towards the end he turned into… Well a gelatinous ball of tears and stubborn buggers. He would not share. He would lay on his toys so the friend could not play with them. He was just a little meanie.

I started to threaten him that he needed to share or his friend was going to have to go home. The friend, not wanting to go home, started giving more toys to Gentry. He was bringing his sacrifice to the altar and the Gentry from on high was not happy with the offering.

To bad for Gentry the master of the house was not up for dealing with it. I slapped a pull-up on his little bottom and put him in bed.

Now I must go and shower and wash the grime off my body. I don’t want these ladies to throw up this evening from the lovely waftings of B.O. and buggers and tears.