Those were supposed to be air guitar sounds. Look, it's the best I can do after being in Daycareville all day long and being out with The Madre all evening. But she did take me out for dinner and we had a great time. Without children. Meanwhile, Geekster took the boys out as well. Apparently going grocery shopping yesterday was not necessary. Except for that whole toilet paper thing.
I have half a day left with Daycare Boy and Girl. I bought them each a little gift and will be making a card tomorrow (I make cards to justify the card-making-stuff craze I went on a couple of years ago. If Geekster doesn't see me whip out the card stock and stamps every now and then I get questioning looks). A simple 'Thank you' card will suffice. I'm going to miss their company, but I won't miss the nine hour days. I can't wait to be able to give my children all the love and attention I've had to spread around over the last year.
Festivities commence tomorrow afternoon. I hope to do all the things I said I would in this post
Donations of bon-bons are good. Also, I could use a good pryin' bar to get my preggo self off the couch. It's getting to be a difficult task.
When I was a child, I used to have a Weeble that came in a blimp. Imagine if you will that the Weeble - away from home and missing his Weeble wife's Weebly touch - had made sweet love to the blimp. Maybe they were having a nice picnic up on the air discussing barometer readings or what-have-you and had too much to drink... These things happen, you know.
Anyway, if their awkward encounter produced an awkward-looking love child, it would look like me right about now.
And so this Bleeble is going to go upstairs and watch some 'Dead Like Me' episodes with Geekster. Peace.
I have half a day left with Daycare Boy and Girl. I bought them each a little gift and will be making a card tomorrow (I make cards to justify the card-making-stuff craze I went on a couple of years ago. If Geekster doesn't see me whip out the card stock and stamps every now and then I get questioning looks). A simple 'Thank you' card will suffice. I'm going to miss their company, but I won't miss the nine hour days. I can't wait to be able to give my children all the love and attention I've had to spread around over the last year.
Festivities commence tomorrow afternoon. I hope to do all the things I said I would in this post
Donations of bon-bons are good. Also, I could use a good pryin' bar to get my preggo self off the couch. It's getting to be a difficult task.
When I was a child, I used to have a Weeble that came in a blimp. Imagine if you will that the Weeble - away from home and missing his Weeble wife's Weebly touch - had made sweet love to the blimp. Maybe they were having a nice picnic up on the air discussing barometer readings or what-have-you and had too much to drink... These things happen, you know.
Anyway, if their awkward encounter produced an awkward-looking love child, it would look like me right about now.
And so this Bleeble is going to go upstairs and watch some 'Dead Like Me' episodes with Geekster. Peace.