Sometimes life gets kinda hectic around the House of McD and this bloggin’ biz falls by the wayside. I know you all probably thought that we have just been too involved in our Billy Ray Cyrus c.d., but I assure you, that is NOT the case. (except maybe there is a little bit of truth to that)
Since I know you have all been anxiously awaiting all that happens around these parts, here is the run-down. Hollywood Boyfriend Jeremy Renner and I attended the beautiful wedding ceremony of some friends. A good time was had by all. (except maybe for the fuddy duddies that we offended by our dancing. and our photo poses. and our random boob grabbing. and our crotch shots. man, my friends are sluts)
Hollywood Boyfriend Jeremy Renner celebrated another birthday. I gave him his birthday present a few days in advance. He had requested a back-up weapon to carry to work. I like the idea of contributing to his safety while he is patrolling the mean streets of our ‘burb, so I bought him a gun. I really outdid myself on his actual birthday, however. When he walked into our house after his shift ended, he was greeted by photos of Nicholas Cage wishing him a happy birthday. Inviting him to ‘get naked’. Advising him that ‘bears can smell the menstruation’. I totally jacked the idea off of pinterest, but I made it my own with the filthy captions. When he made it to work, he was greeted by more photos of Nicholas Cage (slightly less filthy, still inappropriate) and a cake. He loved it. (except maybe when he was a little bit afraid that his chief would find the photos and hold him accountable)
Why marry a cop if you can’t tease him about it? Oink oink mother fucker.
What else? Oh yes, a rabid baby squirrel adopted me as his mother. Kind of weird considering I hate those little rat bastards with a passion. Except, I developed a very small soft spot for this wee fella that I named Barnaby. All the other jerk squirrels in our neighborhood were mean to him, his mom abandoned him, and he kept falling out of trees. Anything that defenseless that considers me his mama? eh, I figure I had to take care of him. So I corralled him into a box. Twice. The first time he was taken a few blocks away. And he found his way back home. So I corralled him back into the box and called a friend who took him to a squirrel whisperer. Barnaby died the next day. (except maybe I didn’t tell my kids that and now every time Moo sees a squirrel she hollers ‘HI BARBEE”)
And in the midst of all our day to day drama, we received some news that kind of knocked us all on our asses. Hollywood Boyfriend Jeremy Renner’s grandpa is really sick. Like the kind of sick that one week he was fine and the next week they are diagnosing brain tumors and moving him to hospice. Grampa Bob is a hell of a man. 
Grampa Bob meeting Dubya for the first time…
Pickin’ and Grinnin’ with Moo Cow…
As Hollywood Boyfriend Jeremy Renner said, “I’ve never met anyone else like him.” We are trying to focus on the celebration of Grampa Bob’s life. We are grateful for the time we have had to say our good-byes. We realize that after an long, healthy life this is the next, natural step. (except maybe we have just kind of tricked ourselves into believing all that, when really, we are just fucking sad and angry and worried)
