Gone Fishing

Mr. Big and Jacob went fishing today. I stayed home with a runny nosed Niblet who is tenderly sleeping in a Tylenol induced haze. Poor kid. He's got a spicket for a nose. Running, running, running. Non stop. I feel for him. He feels bad and I can tell. The 1am wake up time last night was the true indicator as this kid never misses his 10 to 12 hours per night. With that being said he's been taking short naps all day today. I think he caught something at the Y this past week as he's never around kids (disease carriers) and probably picked something up in his class room. The things we do to get in shape. I knew it was all too good to be true.

I'm lounging around eating Doritos and Reeses drinking full fledge Dr. Pepper. Ha, in my dreams. Really-I'm watching trash television on VH1. I feel 16, but a warped 16. Life is amazing in the eyes of today's 16 year olds. I swear I never knew that a My Sweet 16 party could be so kick ass. I think my jaw hit the floor when Daddy brought out a new BMW. Holy Moly! Anyway-this trash tv thing is enlightening. When I say enlightening I mean I never want to have a teenage daughter. Ever. Dear God, You know that prayer for a daughter? Scratch that! Send me another son. I like boys.

I have nothing of intelligence to share with you today other than my butt is numb from sofa surfing and my fingers hurt from flipping through the channels. How is your weekend going?