BIG PIMPIN' . . .

And I'm spending cheese.
Cheech loves it when I say that.

Brand spankin' new tires on Good Girl.
I know the difference is miniscule, but the treads are now so very high, and I am now so very tall in my car.

Word.

Now, I just need to poo so I can go workout, come home to bake some more goodies, wrap the last of the presents, then head to my parents' place for the weekend ... a whoppin' three miles away. Hey, even grown-ups need sleepovers at mom's place now and then.