I'll be as brief as possible but I've got a lot to get off my mind. Warning, may be temperamental.
I'm a quiet person. People often feel the need to point this out to me through this brilliant observation, "You are so quiet" Oh really? I hadn't noticed. I am often tempted to counter with this equally brilliant observation, "That's because you never shut up." Sheesh, learn to listen people. (present company excepted. I'm sure you are all good listeners.)
Springtime is here. I'm calling it. A sure sign is the fact that my children have become bottomless pits. The annual spring growth spurt has arrived and we cannot keep enough food in the house. The Eighteen-Year-Old may even manage to squeak out another fraction of an inch before it's all said and done. The Sixteen-Year-Old looks down at me from a greater height every day. My daughter is still coming to terms with the fact that she has no choice in the height department, however, she is still shorter than me. And the Four-Year-Old? The Four-Year-Old is officially out of the 0-5T department and into the boys. Tear.
Higher Edjookayshun costs too stinking much. We make too much to qualify for assistance but not enough to pay with out a loan. And, our kid is smart enough to make great grades but not enough for schools to throw money at him. Hello debt, sorry Dave Ramsey.
Finally, when, for the love of Horned Rim Glasses, is Heroes going to be back?