He's Still Got It.

(My apologies for the slow down in blogging...our Internet wasn't working for a day or two...which was paaaaaainful).

A Conversation With Warren

Warren had just arrived back to the condo, after an evening stroll to the grocery store.

Warren: Soooo...on my way to the store, a group of girls driving by hollered at me. (A hint of pride in his voice).

Amanda: Really? Like...a Cat Call?

Warren: Yup. (An undertone of cockiness in his voice).

Amanda: Okay... so what did they say?

Warren: "I bet you have a tiny dink".

Amanda: (nearly spits out her water, and starts choking on it through her laughter). Uh...huh. (snort) And (cough, choke) you're PROUD (snort, snort, cough) of this? (tears are flowing now).

Warren: Hey. I'm forty, I live with a toddler, and I'm walking to Von's to pick up baby shampoo and juice boxes. I'll take what I can get.