oh, and I’m glad I didn’t have Gavin and Cooper as twins because otherwise I’d have trouble telling them apart. I would be like, “um, the spotted one is Gavin, the fat one is Cooper”, which doesn’t sound very loving motherish.
In other end of week news, Justin got his PMP and a few weeks ago he had nothing happen that is of any importance to even bother mentioning on this blog. So I’m officially married to a PiMP with a shoe phone. Plus, this means close friends and family members will no longer (or at least shouldn’t) receive random visits from G-men anymore.