Hey, you.

Whoa, I need to slow down, or I’ll have used up all my Good Times for the week in one morning.

I ordered more laundry soap from Charlies Soap.  Yeah, cuz I’m exciting, I also ordered a gallon of all purpose cleaner (I have plenty of squirt bottles).  Woot!  And yes, this stuff works, or I wouldn’t order it or blog about it.  Ahem.

My son awoke last night having nightmares about girlfriends that turn out to be bloodsuckers.  (I’m not making this up).  He’s only eight, so what does he know?  (don’t answer that).  I think it has more to do with playing several hours of Ratchet and Clank over the course of the weekend than anything else.

In my weekend wrapup, I forgot to say that we went swimming yesterday afternoon.  Or if I did mention it I didn’t give it enough attention.  It was absolutely, hands down, wonderful.  The baby was busy exploring the parts of the pool she could stand in, my wife managed to swim a few laps (both with and without an escort by my son), my boys played with other kids for the longest time in some kind of complicated nerf-ball game.  And it was just.. nice.  No fighting, no crying (except when they blew the whistle to say the pool was closing, my daughter started crying.  She did not want to leave, but we promised that we’d be back very soon).

Back to monday – guess what’s next on the agenda?  Go ahead, guess.

That’s right, suckas – I’m going to the Post Office!  If my life rocked any more, I’d need to be medicated.

Update: 35 minutes in line to mail one stinkin’ letter.  If it wasn’t going to Canada, I could have used the machine in the lobby (twelve seconds, including swiping my credit card).  A true exercise in inefficiency.  Too bad we have such an investment in the USPS that we can’t just let it go and be replaced by a newer, better run business.  Like a lemonade stand run by three year olds.