I wish I had something deeper to say, but I don't.
I decided to ditch my acrylic nails... too much time, too much cashola... what is a girl to do?
cut the bitches off and soak my hands in acetone... that is what I did.
Now my hands hurt and my nails are bumpy and mishapen, but I am back to me.
I should celebrate by painting, or tie dying something, or a diet coke and a nap... my answer for everything.
The boys did really great today. There were moments of mayhem (i.e. my son ran full boar into the screen door and was surprised when he knocked it down and ended up on his keister on the patio) but overall, they just loved being together. Drake and Jeffrey cried when he left. D thought he was going to be able to go home with him.
I assured him that he had another play-date on Friday... this time at Jeffrey's house so that he could play with his toys. That seemed to calm him down a bit. He misses him when he is not around. I feel guilty about not watching Jeffrey regularly... not guilty enough to do it again. Where does that leave me? apparently more play dates.
Kat and I went to the Y for some hot tubbing and had some very interesting convos regarding plus sized swimsuits and old guys wearing banana hammocks. It was just what the doctor ordered. I love Kathleen. We have such a comfortable relationship.
Its late and I need to hit the sack... praying that my brain will shut off long enough for the Gabapentin to kick in. Yay for nerve-deadening drugs that allow me to sustain sleep :D
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