And then I thought about all you guys worrying about DadGuy and such and then it's like I have to at LEAST tell you that he's okay.
I mean, not that he's seen a doctor or anything but he does think I'm crazy for even suggesting it in the first place and blah blah blah.
What it boils down to, is he's a grown up and by grown up I mean bigger than me and I can't force him into the vehicle.
So we're going with "He's FINE."
Unless someone magically calls him and guilts him into it (*cough*cough*Kathryn*)
Beyond that, I got nothing. Because LIKE I SAID. I wasn't even going to post today. pffht.
The end.
Man.... this post is lame.
