My house is still standing.
And completely minus any funky smells emanating from the Silence of the Lambs basement.
The dogs are a little twitchy from last night's teenager overload, but muddling through with the help of lots of Milk Bones.
All my kids are home - snoring softly in their beds.
Mom and Stu are back tomorrow for one more night before they head home.
We had a lovely, calm, drama free weekend in the ER. No joke. We really did. None of us believed it, but it was true. (Except for that pocket full of narcotics I accidentally brought home. Oops. Live and learn.)
And I have a week off right around the corner. To stay in town and get some things done - peaceful like. Run, write, relax. Surfer Dude's soccer season kick-off. Gumby's first ever tennis tournament. Sasquatch's birthday dinner tomorrow night with the grandparents.
Life is good. I'll take it.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Posted by the rotten correspondent at 12:02 AM