My breakfast at home from mom … 
(I love my NYC mug and Chicago coasters.)
And then I took mom to Texas Roadhouse, where they gave us heart-shaped chicken.
Her dish was prettier than mine. You wouldn’t catch me eating a potato that isn’t a sweet potato.
So now that the holiday has been celebrated sufficiently, let’s get some sleep. Since Fuckhead McGillicuddy had me awake till 7:30 a.m. And I slept till 8 a.m when my cat wanted food.
A half-hour of sleep. Yay. Maybe tonight will be better. So far though, Kadie is the only one down for the count. I’m hoping the GOP debate will help me sleep through Fuckhead tonight.
