If you pray, please pray for my Thomas. He's off to become a Marine...But I'm not sure if he's ready for basic training.
Tom, I know I say nasty things, but of course I love you, and you love me back, maybe, I think. Stay strong out there, for Mum.
Brief update: I am no longer Super Lame Ronnie, rather, simply Lame Ronnie. Secondarily, there are about fifteen alternating layers of clown paint and baby powder that WILL NOT come off. Wheeee!