I slept into today until 9:30 AM, not counting an early morning wakeup to move laundry and watch some saved up episodes of Colbert. My alarm clock has gone off at 5 AM every morning this week to go to the gym, even after Gene left to go visit his family. Oh, hey, Gene and I joined…
Category: Really Deep Thoughts
D’oh
I didn’t like the Simpsons Movie. Sorry. (For me it topped out when they had Ralph Wiggum singing the 20th Century Fox fanfare… “Dah Dah Dah DAHHH!”… and they showed THAT on TV). Oh well. It was good to see Cletus the Slack-Jawed Yokel make his world film debut. PS – YEA Boxes!
So I Married A Dumbass…
So! Finally something half interesting to talk about on the blog. Gene, the boy and I were watching My Super Ex-Girlfriend last night. I am still very very tired so I fell asleep in my living room chair (mmm, could do that now). The movie was kinda bleh anyway. After the movie I woke up…
If I have nothing interesting to say
it’s better to not say anything, right? Agreed!
zzzzz….
I am freaking ex-HAU-sted. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since before Gene left on his trip last week. (How the hell did I manage to not sleep in while Gene was gone and I was out of work???) Our microwave died over the weekend. We were the dorks running into the electronics store…
Kids R Expensive…
Holy Moly. I’ve read about this “summer vacation = torture the parents” theory before on other Mommy blogs, how you can be in the middle of doing one fantastically awesome thing and the kid says “What fun thing are we doing next?” We had nearly 4 hours to kill at the museum before Harry Potter…
Can an atheist be a saint?
Oh yes I think so. And if not, I make one bomb-ass cruise director. I am simultaneously trying to kick my caffeine habit while keeping the boy entertained until his father returns on Thursday. So, no chocolate no soda (not even diet, SOB) but plus a boy who doesn’t seem thrilled to be here. I…
Looks like I picked the wrong week to stop sniffing glue…
(Grr. I don’t sniff glue, people. It’s a QUOTE.) Anyway, so Gene is on his business trip and I’m home alone with the Boy. I’m trying to give up my preferred poisons of chocolate and caffeinated soda. I have a headache of epic proportions. The boy wants to go hooooome. Wantsta go home. I have…
oh for fuck’s sake
oh. for. fuck’s. sake.
Even though he doesn’t read the blog…
Happy Fifth Anniversary, babe! If an engaged person were to ever ask me for wedding advice, I would tell them: 1) Only buy ONE wedding dress. And buy it as close to your wedding day as possible. I suggest no more than 6 months ahead of time. (I had 3 dresses, 1 wedding. Oh well)….