Let Me Entertain You
Let me make you smile.
Let me do some new tricks (as in, "Hey Soccer Mom, look what i can do!-right Twisty?)
I am here to serve you. You know that. Your wish is my command. I have been trying to keep it on the down lo since my Mom thinks I'm losing it. I'm really not, It's you guys.
So here's what I've got. This past week and weekend (as we all know) I turned the big 4 0. So far, not such a big deal. I do feel that I'm smarter, stronger and much better looking than any of my three brothers. Just kidding. Are you still out there boys? Seriously, step up! I really meant that I did at 39 and 364 days. I can't tell you how many people asked me if I felt different at 40. Um, different than what? An eel? A roadblock? I don't get it. Enlighten me. I'm stoopid. No I don't feel any different. I feel like myself.
What else Twister? Oh yes, one of my bestest friends decided they now liked girls. She is a girl. So of course I was entertained by this all weekend. She has since changed her mind. Short lived but fun nonetheless. Oh well, easy come easy go.
My children entertained me before they left for camp for two weeks. Two weeks with barely a glance backwards. Saige and her friend basically kicked Marc out of their cabin when he dropped them off. I guess they were so sad they didn't want him to see them cry. Yeah right.
Before they left Saige got all her stationary and envelopes and addresses and stamps ready. Chase looked at me very seriously and said, "I'm not going to need that stuff. I won't be writing." I know Precious Angel. No one expects you to write. Just brush your teeth and I'll be happy.
So what have you been doing? How is that lazy ass husband of yours?
I miss my babies...