The boys are at “jim matchsticks”

The baby is asleep.

We had dinner out. We don’t need to collect the boys for almost two more hours.

Are we in the bedroom screwing each other’s brains out? No. She’s watching Alton Brown, and I’m surfing blogs. I think she made the better choice.

We’re so fucking old.

(so, Busy Mom, does this count as blogging on the weekend? It’s after 5:00 on a friday…)