Spending a lovely weekend in New York, and nearly every one I know who reads this blog is within shouting distance (which, in my family, means sitting immediately next to you). My mom's new nano pod is being loaded up with a slew of (mostly hideous) tunes that will inevitably only support her tragic case of chronic lyricosis.
Looking forward to the long ride home, after a visit with my nephews. Those kids are as cute as little blonde buttons (little blonde buttons on lots, and lots of speed...)
A notable party was noticably missing from the festivities, but I am still hopeful that there is hope of her return? And not just because she brings the prettiest cakes...
Oh- this just in-- Found out that my slouch socks and other assorted 80's paraphanalia that I ordered with the intention of wearing to Chris' 80's party last weekend were feloniously claimed by a neighbors' kid. So, now, for the second time this year, I am pressing charges against an 11 year old.
And I ate way too many Oreos.