THE Gruesome Twosome. Me and mama. She just can’t help herself. And what can I say, the human heart just doesn’t have enough lovin’-capacity to contain all of the high-quality lovin’ that I give her on a regular basis. Maybe that’s why I get so grumpy with pretty much every other human on the planet (only a few notable exceptions, and YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE), all of my love currency gets spent on her.
She needs me + I need her. We are a true team. Two great minds, one big head. A mama who knows, A Happy Dale equals a Happy Life. Doesn’t rhyme, but we can’t be creative all the time. Still works.
Love,
Bogart
