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Oh what a night!

Has anyone besides Clint and I seen Alien Vs. Predator? I was actually suprised at how much I enjoyed it. I know, it is a movie reeling with testoterone and I still liked it.

What have I done today? Oh, a little of this and a little of that. I have spent the majority of the day cleaning and surfing e-bay for some good deals on 3t clothes, toddler bedding, and 2t clothes for Ethan. Anyone having a garage sale? I hate all the clothes with the characters on them. I do not know why I feel that way. The kids love them, but I feel like they are a walking billboard. Which is a stupid thing , but hey...I can be pretty stupid. I have got to get these kids outfitted for winter on a very tight budget. Ouch...did you hear that? It just squeaked. Thank god i do not mind buying second hand. Clint and I will feel like we are rolling in the riches when he gets his bachelors and we return to the civilian world.

Oh, I did a bunch of laundry as well. I know, I know....you want to know how Clint got so lucky (laughing at my own talent for sarcasm)? Well, first he is HOT!!!!!! Secondly, he spoils the hell out of me, so I feel it is my job in return to keep our house clean and our children beaten!!! Lucky me.

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