I'm going to go to the bathroom now and lube myself up with some anti-itch cream*

The Boy passed his exam on Saturday and now has his Learner's Permit. We've had two driving lessons since then and I must say, he's not nearly as bad as I feared. Though, I will admit I had to re-dye my hair a little earlier this month then normal.

Mother's Day consisted of staying in bed until 10am, drinking coffee brought to me by The Boy, opening presents and watching Six Feet Under. Why can't all Sundays be like that?

Well, not all Sundays. Because there is the one I spent with The Thing weekend before last that I never got around to telling you about. A beautiful sunny Sunday afternoon that contained large quantities of both sex and tequila...and not always as separate entities. Life is good.

*Girlfriend had/has a bad case of poison ivy and actually said this to me at work last week. Go mock her...er...I mean, wish her well.

Also on Mother's Day, The Paperweight came to play with The Girl for 2 hours while The Boy took me out to lunch - something The Boy has been doing every Mother's day since he was 9. Sweetie, ain't he? Anyway, lunch was awesome, of course, but we returned home to find The Girl outside in her wading pool...it's May...in Pittsburgh...I think it was all of 66 degrees. As we pull in to the driveway to see this, The Boy says, "What the fuck is he doing? It's not warm enough for her to go swimming!" Ah...at least The Girl has one responsible male role model in her life.

My car (227,651 miles) was overheating on the way in to work this morning. I'll be leaving work early to take it to the garage. When I had it there at the end of last summer, I was warned that my water pump wasn't going to last much longer. This may be the end. Let us all bow our heads and take a moment of silence...