This morning D informed me that I should refer to him as "Phil McCracken" from now on.

People!

Listen to me.

Do you realise I sign for my new house on Monday.

I'm now officially grown up or something.

I'm terrified, me with my committment problems and all.

Also, I think I'm a foster mom failure. I don't think I'll be able to give the Ollie-man up. He loves us. We're his family. He's devoted.

Even if D makes fun of his sad and hanging down scrotum.....

He's a lovely boy.