Special Thanks

I had to write a special thanks to my man who is holding it down at home. He is our families "rock," and he's taking good care of my son and me. He does a great job keeping our lady friends jealous knowing that I snagged the hottest, smartest, handy man around. He has a nice support club of woman who would like to be extra supportive if my treatment ever went really badly. I can certainly understand how he has the ladies lining up.
His most recent reason to increase me love and affection, despite being a single dad through out my treatments, he still gives me some smooth presents. Case and point is to the right. My new organized closet, which I can know use as a dressing room. Surprise, I don't have half the clothes you thought I did. I am a clothes horse, and I do like trendy pieces I find on clearance (thanks to being the size I am), but I stick with the basics. I have a long term love affair with some clothes. I have things from both junior high and high school that I still wear today (if you can believe that). My hippie days and "baggy clothes phase" were not limited to my youth. I just toned it down a bit.
So thank you, Mr Ford, my man, and also his father Rev, for helping be a handy man.