Here's the 411 on my time astray, as if you care:
Roo begins using the "F" word in exasperation when anything goes awry for him, as in "Oh, fishsticks!" His #2 and #3 cusswords of choice are currently "Nuts!" and "Rats!" Roo gets frustrated a lot these days.
Thanks to a freebie from Tante Donna, we all get our game on at Pinz for the little tykes bowling session. Toe loudly proclaims, "I like my balls pink!" Hub and I both lose to Toe and Roo, who Hubs says, "only won because they got to use those unfair side bumpers." Hub also whined that his game was off because of his "bad shoulder." Mmmm hmmm.
Level 9 pain and Queen Latifah movie marathon (she got me straight trippin' boo!). Not a productive day.
Physical therapist diagnoses me with bloggermortis. It may be terminal--we could find out any day.
Ridiculously expensive tests reveal there is finally absolutely no blood left in my blood, and coincidentally leave me unable to afford "new" blood. Also sadly learn you can't get "bargain" blood on Craigslist.
Lose nearly $1000 in monthly income for Tovi's autism therapies and special services due to the loving legacy of former governor Tim Pawlenty and newly instituted GOP guidelines for special needs children. Considered committing an act of violence, but balked after realizing it might mean spending all eternity with Tim Pawlenty (see "raptured: NOT").
Gibbs Farm Museum. Rain, raw wind, goat poo. Let's just move on.
Day-long debate on whether or not Hub could "commute" to take a university job in Duluth while I stayed in St. Paul during the week alone with the kids. Decided a firm "maybe" since working for bubkis with scary nuns at a Catholic college in a frigid landscape about equivalent to what woud happen here in this case. Equality in marriage.
After 4 appointments of looking into the fire of my mother tiger eyes, pediatrician finally and nervously agrees it may not be normal for a 4 year old to cough phlegm every morning like a two-pack-a-day smoker and orders tests for Roo in June.
Received my first blogging paycheck. About enough money to buy the wrist splints I now need due to carpal tunnel.
Frost bite from 5/14 has finally healed. Giant gasball of sunfire takes over and forces me to pull out the big floppy hat and wearable ice packs.
Something rotten in Denmark. All day cleaning extravaganza.
Delightfully aloof California yuppie suns-worshipping lawyer neighbors up and decide to move back to California lickity split on the spot. We believe they may have been suffering from vitamin D deficiency and/or post Arnold & Maria traumatic disorder. They abandon us with an abrupt goodbye, two ziplocs of candy they've been hiding from their kids since Halloween, and an adorable new neighbor (do you recognize her?) both the boys adore.
Woke up to not being dead. Day went downhill from there.
Well, that brings us currrent. You can use your imagination to flesh out the details for yourselves.