I'm back. I'm tired.
But, I did get to see my sugar baby, my only goddaughter (I have 2 godsons) and J's baby girl. We call her Belle--and after having her continually rebuff me this weekend, I've written the following appropriate poem:
Belle, Belle,Not much else to be said for that girl. Don't let that smile fool you--never has a three year old possessed such a split personality. In a space of five minutes, she can move from cuddling with me and saying, "I want my godmama," to snatching away and screaming, "No," if I touch her.
Mean as hell
By the way, after this last sojourn, I may never drive again. Good night!