Yang-ping, the ( sleepy ) one year old love of my life.  ♥

Ahh, I'm a proud, proud mother;  he knows how to:  sit, lay down, ( get ) down, ( get ) off, ( get ) in, ( come ) this way, take it ( toys, treats, and his bowl to be fed! ), leave it, go potty, kiss, and a couple'a more.  And, to those who know and / or have seen him, he has access to the first floor now ( save for the laundry room because he likes to steal underwear, the pervert ), and field trips to the second floor, and leash-less field trips outside!  ♥  I have to re-teach him to give high-fives, and fetch ( lol because fetch does not equal chase / keep away ), and stay.

But look'it his little nose, twitching in his sleep.  ; v ;

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AND LOL, MOM.  *sob*

mom:  [ upstairs, calls me on my cell phone ]  I need to... talk to you.
me:  [ thinking, "who died?!" ]  ...Wh- What?
mom:  I can't find my keys.  'Check the kitchen?

AND AGAIN.

mom:  [ going to work, calls me on my cell phone ]  Guess what I just did.
me:  [ thinking, "A WRECK?!" ]  WH- WHAT?
mom:  [ explanation:  a couple'a of the street's lights have cameras that flash when the light turns red; it takes a picture of the people's liscense plate who run the red light, etc etc. ]  The light was going to turn red; I sped up and a police car was there, hiding!
me:  YOU GOT A TICKET?!
mom:  No, thank God; he wasn't paying attention.  OKAY BYE, I LOVE YOU.
me:  [ just, dies ]

And so, my theory is, she's trying to kill me.