Sorry for the lightness here at the lisp. Strike that. I'm not sorry.
I've been playing Godfather since Sunday and I'm having a great time. There's something so uplifting and pure about a small child's laughter and simple amusement.
My little Miss O is here from Brooklyn and she is just the most precious little thing in the world. Miss O and her mother have dispelled the dark cloud that has hovered overhead which is wonderful, even if just temporarily.
Since I saw her last, she is speaking more than ever. She's a little diva like her mama and I love that. If I had a baby girl, she would be Miss O.
Okay. Enough with the schmaltzy stuff.