To keep you occupied while I'm busy

Because I'm not the only one who should be snorting at Indian Bones and The Temple of Poon.

Time flies when you're having fun...or moving.

The Thing turned 36. I bought him expensive cigars and we had Mexican and Margaritas with Inigo.

According to Eco-Libris.com I've killed 17 trees with the cardboard boxes I'm using to move. I think that's a gross underestimation.

The Boy turned 17. I bought him Rock Band (or something). His rendition of 'Black Hole Sun" got him booed off stage. I couldn't have agreed more.

The number of douchebags I encounter during my daily commute rises in direct proportion with the fewer number of days I have to make said commute.

The Girl got her first wiggly tooth. I haven't bought her anything yet but when I had her venture a guess at what the Tooth Fairy would bring her she said "A $30 gift card".

It took The Paperweight 28 months but he finally filled out a change of address card. The post office, in their infinite wisdom, has continued sending me his mail and he is now getting mine and The Boy's. It's a good thing they're raising their rates again...

In the 18 months and 13 days since I met The Thing, today was the first time I was actually mad enough to yell at him. Though I didn't technically yell. It was more like me choking on a sob and saying loudly, "And I'm really fucking pissed off at you." I'm not like a lot of people, girls in particular. I know my limitations. And when I say, this is too much for me to handle at one time and it's not going to work out, I mean it. No, I'm not stronger then I look nor stronger then "I think I am". I'm me, plan and simple and I've lived with myself long enough to say hey, I don't think I can do this. And I said it way back in September and that was before remodeling one house, buying another, being diagnosed with cancer, quitting smoking, and packing up my kids & my house and moving to another state.
No, he didn't yell at me. You guys know us better then that. We had a nice long talk instead. Two, in fact. Then I chilled out with a couple of beers and now I'm climbing in bed to ponder 5 year olds with $30 gift cards.