ello. . . no. I said "ello."

Dude. So, have you noticed I start most sentences with "So, ..."? Ok, obviously not on this particular blog, but others. Anyway. I'm moving Little Man and Irie Bean over here to the Pookie Place. I think, well, the plan is to dedicate {word} to your mom to other things more about me. Not that my super fabulous off spring aren't a huge part of me, but they deserve their own space, don't ya think? Speaking of, I just decided today to move to the three bedroom unit in my complex. It's on the second floor, which will make me feel mo' betta' about the heightened difficulty level of scaling over my balcony to break in to the house while I'm all alone and vulnerable. (Whatever, I wasn't worried. I'm a freakin' ninja, just so you know, you serial rapist, so don't try anything dammit.) I'm sure we'll decorate that balcony so it's some kick ass tropical getaway and it'll be so fabulous that the kids won't give a hoot about what's beyond the railing and scaling the balcony themselves won't even cross their wee genius minds. Ha. Cohen already has it MacGuyvered out. I tell you what, that kid is awesome. And he doesn't even have a mullet. But if he had a mullet, he'd rock it, and you'd want one too. It's facing the trees (the apartment, not the mullet), and not the concrete car jungle, which makes Chancellor happy. Also, the 2nd of the 3 bedrooms is bigger than the master, so I think I'mma cram the chitlins into that room and we'll make the third bedroom a place to unleash our creativity (all ninja style) all over (yo' ass). Yay for space. Irie, I'm sure, will be in our room for the first few months, so Cohen will still have his place. Since he's my little frog, I think dragonflies will represent Irie well as far as a feminine aspect goes, and it'll all work cohesively. I'm excited.

You are excited for me. I can tell. Oh, and thanks for coming to Pookie Place. Visit often.