For both of you that were worried, I am alive. Just lost my network at home last week and trying to pick up the pieces with minimal F-bombs (I am up to 25 F-Bombs in the course of three days!). Still working on it, but I won’t be done this weekend. It won’t be done because apparently I have these three baby goats that I am supposed to toss a bone to once in a while. This weekend is one of those “once in a whiles.” Curses! Doesn’t the Mistress Goatkeeper understand that I DON’T HAVE THE INTERNET!? Of course she doesn’t. She would rather we dust the effing lightbulbs or pay bills or feed the kids or look the kids in the eyes when they speak to us or…choke….gasp…..PLAY WITH THEM! JEEZ! No internet! You might as well rip out my liver with a rusty putty knife!
Temper tantrum - I can take that off my todo list.
Stay tuned for my latest and greatest post: My 5th grader is not smarter than a 5th grader.
In the meantime, look over to the right and click on anyone else in my blogroll. These people are more eloquent, funnier, entertaining, smarter and more huggable than I will ever be. They all cast giant shadows and all I can do is bask in their coolness.
By the way, this is gross, but I just noticed that my hands still smell like the Nuclear Meltdown Buffalo Wings I ate last night during the Pats game; despite having washed my hands 8 billion times. So much for being a vegan! But if God really wanted us to be vegetarian, he wouldn’t have put wings on those poor buffaloes! ->Even if you are not laughing at that, I am! Sometimes I surprise myself.