Happy Anniversary, Sugar Booger

Tomorrow, anyway. I can't believe it's been five years; (yes, Mason is six) and I also feel like it's been much, much longer than that. Sean and I are having a limo pick us up and take us to the Martini Bar in Ann Arbor on Saturday, and then out to eat. And then, (who are we kidding), we'll be heading back home. I am so excited, I haven't ridden in a limo since high school prom. I even bought a new dress, actually two, because I can never decide in the store. Mason really wants to come with us, he doesn't understand why he can't celebrate an anniversary. I told him the fact that he never wants to get married makes it difficult.
Tomorrow is also Ashy's big bball day, he's excited to play, and excited to have "little hoops". I'm just excited that he is. His games are from 5:30-6:30, and in Adrian, the kind of timing that makes me wish I could be a Mickey-D's mom.
Sean has a patient that is a numerologist, and over the course of his last three appointments he presented his discoveries about all three boys. The quick-and-dirty is that Mason is potentially a clairvoyant, Ashton will be making the big bucks and Blakers is going to be our athlete, at least through the college level. I don't know anything about numerology, but my interest is piqued.