fauve farrago

1) cause I'm bored at work
2) cause I have nothing major enough to be sole-post-worthy
3) cause it's my blog and I can do whatever the hell I want

Anyway……on with the show!

The Boy is kicking butt at football. He's grown another 1/2 inch and slimmed down 5 lbs. He's like a killing machine. But if I see him kiss his biceps one more time and hear him say 'welcome to the gun show' I will be forced to lop him off at the knee caps.

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The Paperweight finally told his dad. I know this because his dad called me up asking a slew of questions starting with "Is he coming to see those kids?" and ending with "How are you doing with money? If you need any, call me." However, I think The Paperweight only confessed that he moved out. I still think his dad doesn't know about the divorce. The Paperweight swears he told him….but I had my doubts when his dad added, "I hope you guys can work this out and get back together." Certainly sounds like a man in the know, eh?

I once tried to find out how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie pop. It made my tongue bleed.

Thing 1 emailed me twice yesterday…and again this morning. And he's currently buzzing me on IM. He's frightened by my blog. Muahahahahaah!

Do you know firespiral? Well you should...And go give Bridie a hug while you're at it.