Ryan: "I know we occasionally disagree, Mom, but you are simple. DAD....is not."
Well, I've been called alot of things, but simple has never been one of them.
Moody, most definitely.
There has been strife with the hub and the oldest kidlet, now that she has a drivers license and has freedom to go here and there by herself. It has manifested itself in the most random conversations, where Jesse tries to get me to agree with him and I am like 'WTF? Do not involve me in your crazy drama.'
Tsk. Like *I'm* the only one who really needs some Prozac. I think not.
Moving along.......dinner tonight was NOT an 'I-made-it-myself' deal.
Stouffers lasagna, Italian sausage, store bought garlic bread, and salad. I did make dessert myself though. Some fruit and oat streusel-y malosh. The recipe was on the side of the oatmeal box. Pretty good, but after a meal like that, who wants much dessert. I think I actually need some TUMS.
Erm....no. What I need is another rainy day in bed....in my pajamas.....with a heavy dose of Kahlua in my coffee.