Cleavage at cracker barrel

Took the kids for a meal at cracker barrel...minus W. That is. While his goatness assailed my sense he assures me that he "took a shower yesterday and reaaly doesn't need to take another". After discovering that he in fact has decided to boycott personal hygiene, I informed him that his choices are indeed his own, I am under no obligation to escort him to a restaurant. So he's home smelling it up in a show of indepence and defiance. Rock on W!

In the meantime L and C enjoyed some after lunch candy.

Lazarus

Yes, we're alive. Yes, I'm a terrible mother because when I went back to work almost a year ago I apparently forgot how to operate a keyboard within the confines of my house. Either that or after 8hrs of staring at reports and/or spreadsheets my brains leaked out my ear and I couldn't figure out how to turn the computer on.

You figure out which.

Whelp, I'm back on board and will be updating in the next few days. SO much news, so little time. We'll start with a tidbit: I have injured my.......(wait for it) groin. *whispering furtively because groin is like the word "moist" and just isn't uttered in polite company*.