Wow, it's hot. Thankfully, it's not humid. Because we all know, it's not the heat... Wait. It is the heat.
I've offered to help my better half set up a Blogger blog... Comment or email if you're in favor.
Have you hugged your cable guy today?
We had to get rid of J.J.'s Sesame Street tool belt. That really sucks.
Lunch with friends is good. The Pad Thai was not... Give me until the end of the year and I'll have no place in Brentwood left to eat. Me and the Joey's girl almost had a throw down earlier this week.
I have a dozen blog entries in "draft" stage. If any of them makes it live, I'll be shocked. One of them is actually worth reading. Of course, I'm wasting time on this instead...
There is nothing satisfying about being a working mom, except for the moment you open the door of the childcare provider's place of work (aka her house) and your child sees you and comes tearing across the room to hug your knees.
If eating one's weight in pinto beans were an Olympic event, J.J. Dubin would be the gold medalist, hands down.
My uncle isn't doing so well. Keep us in your thoughts/prayers.
Mc Gavock High School is having a reunion for everyone who graduated in the 80's this weekend. Because, you know, it's not enough pressure for my husband to have a 20 year reunion last year one month after I gave birth. Anyway, we have a babysitter and will be there. Anyone else? Bez?