Okay, here is the deal. Purple is my favorite color. You would think I would be completely thrilled with how my blog looks. I am not. I think it looks like it belongs to a 14 year-old girl. I know I always bitch about looking older (hey, it ain't easy being the oldest kid on the block), but I do not want to give the dippy impression that I feel this too youthful new look gives. So, what does this mean (besides that I am blog vain)? It means I am begging and pleading for all( three) of you to be patient as I try out new looks. If you see something that you like or that you think is particularly shitty, please tell me. If it looks bad and you do not tell me, that would be like my skirt being tucked in my panty hose and you not telling me. What kind of person would just sit back and laugh? Okay, I may have done that in my younger days, but I am much more (a little more) mature now.
We have one more week of school here, yet my children have already disconnected the brain switch. I hate to tell them but we will home school throughout the summer. Luckily for them we can get our work done in less then two hours with only three kids and of course the fact that I sneak projects in throughout our everyday activities. Ethan decided he is exempt from the school dress ode because school is almost out and the daughter has jumped on that band wagon. I decided to let it slide. I figure a cute little t-shirt isn't going to ruin any one's grades, they were all turned in on the 24Th, so we will see if I get a call from the school. So today's little golden nugget of delight is brought to you by Ethan. Mom:Ethan, quit messing with your business. Go to your room if you want to do that. Ethan: I am not messing with it, it hurts. It feels like I am going to bleed when I pee. Mom: Oh honey, I am sorry but you will have to go to your Dad. He is in charge of penises. I handl...
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