MLB was at my mom's place for the first time last night for dinner. It's the third time they've met.

As usual, my mom whipped up a storm but nothing beats my baby bird. I wanna eat her. She's this small little thing I could roll up into a ball and pop into my mouth.

Major sidetracking there.

There was a lotta giggling and laughing going on as I got surrounded by three women (my sister Bug was there too) who were going on like teenage schoolgirls. It was good.

As an aside, my baby bird has been running around all over the place the last couple of days she must be all pooped out. But she's a strong woman and I know she can handle it.

She does so much for other people and I hope other people would spare a thought for her too, starting with me.

As I moved away after leaving her at the door last night, I stopped for a while to look back at her fumbling with her keys and I don't say it as much as should but I love this woman and I wanna keep her.