I’m about to start my second pot of coffee. Not because of me, no, I’m still on my second cup. The boys have decided coffee with milk is awesome.

I was awakened this morning by one child singing in the shower and another (the youngest) saying “Daddy, come here, I got to show you something!” It turned out to be a poop about the size of a grape. But she did it, all by herself, in the potty, so that was a good thing to wake up to.

Naturally, we are out of things like eggs and sausage (we were just a tad busy this week and grocery runs are usually on the weekend) so we each picked a pop-tart flavor to go with our coffee.

And TCU has sold out a home game for the first time in 22 years (my sophomore year, come to think of it, and I was there that day, doing our “rah, rah, fuck!” cheer) and it’s on satellite so Tivo is ready if I get busy today with the over-caffeinated youngsters and forget to watch.

I hope y’all are having a great weekend…