I heard a huge ruckus outside and went to investigate. My children stuck their tongues to a metal pole and then ripped them off before I could stop them. Christopher is now convinced he no longer has any taste buds left. Now all I need is for Jonathan to come home with a lamp in the shape of a fishnet-stockinged leg.

I have to go now, before one of the boys shoots their eye out.

Edit: We made up.

My husband and I are fighting.

We NEVER fight.

Last night we actually YELLED at each other. It only lasted about 5 minutes, but the fact that it occurred at all is major. I think this has happened 3 times in 8 years of marriage. I was supposed to have my girls night at our house last night and I couldn’t even stand to be there, so we left.

Karen, Chelle and I ended up taking refuge at Bed Bath & Beyond. We had a lovely time! We looked longingly at large-looped cotton bathmats, Santoku knives, and had more than one laugh as we determined ways to use items in the store as substitutes for “Naughty Toys”. Hey, that information could come in handy some day. Especially since I am down to ONE working toy and at the rate Jon and I are going, he’s probably not having relations with my nether-region any time soon. I may end up going to Bed, Bath & Beyond a LOT more in the future.

After our romp through Box Store America, we ended up getting cocoa and coffee at Borders and talking until it closed and I went home. While the yelling was over, things were still foul with the husband. The biggest problem? We have the suckiest resolution skills ever. We either act like nothing happened or just stay pissy with each other for days. We are in the pissy stage. Jonathan and I went to bed pissy, woke up pissy at each other and just got off the phone after a pissy conversation.

I may be driving across the country by myself.

Again, the theme is “Glamour” and AGAIN, I am posting a previously taken photo.
I am really disappointed because I LOVE the theme, but I am trying to get out of back suck, prepare for my trip to Minnesota next week, juggle vocal practice/rehearsals for performances and studio work, move all my stuff out of my basement so Karen can move in while we are gone and I want to try to decorate for Christmas before we leave.

I like this photo, though. I think there are few things as glam as fur.