I am home alone, watching Futurama with my feet up and a bowl of cheese popcorn at my side. Heaven. It's pure heaven.
I've been in hiding. It's just one of those things. Sometimes you post, sometimes you don't. Sometimes every little thing that happens during the day I think"OHhhhhh, I have to post about that", then other times absolutely nothing is interesting. So, right now absolutely nothing is interesting.
Christmas was lovely. Santa got carried away and the boy is wayyyy too spoiled for his own good. He is now the proud owner of a big boy bike and is a speed demon on it. He has officially outgrown his size 5 pants and the size 6 is barely long enough. He is killing me with this growing up stuff. He is also now at his new school where no one takes their clothes off and/or asks to do inappropriate things to eachothers privates. And he can write his name....He can write his name!!!! How the heck did that happen?
He was kidnapped by the grandparent type folks tonight and, I feel sure, is currently sitting too close to the TV and eating candy while playing with matches. The grandmother person retires in 2 weeks and 1 day and I have a feeling she's going to be trying to kidnap him a lot. (and yes, the grandmother person is counting the days....the poppa type person is pouting because he doesn't retire until the end of May....I hope mom tortures him for the next 4 months).
So that's my life, I'll get my head out of my butt and resume the real posting again soon.