Okay, Anti-no-blogging-on-weekends get’s going again.
Last night I was up late. Actually, it was this morning. But anyway, if a glass of red wine a day is good for your heart? My heart, it’s good for a week. At least.
But on the bright side? I did not eat any Ben and Jerry’s last night. Which means I can still have a pint of Phish Food for brunch without going to the store.
And a good friend gave me great advice, last night, and yes, it is sinking into my thick head. Kinda.
Heh. This guy? I like his take on the whole “issue.”
Getting a Grip On the Naked Truth (washingtonpost.com): “Sixty years ago, the look T.O. gave ‘Edie’ would have landed him in a noose; now, it helps him cash in on a level of celebrity that’s rare in the NFL. I’ll take that as progress.”
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…)