Happy Victoria Day to you!

I have no idea what Victoria Day is, and my husband who is currently in Canada still cannot get a straight answer from the Canadians as to what it is, but he has the day off of work for it so I guess we’ll all just wear orange and chase lemmings down deserted city streets and eat corn on the cob and make out with random passers-by in celebration. That sounds like a fine holiday to me.

It’s 10:16, the kids are in bed, the sink is full of dishes, almost every square inch of my living room floor is covered in legos/teethers/plaster, and there is absolutly nothing good on the internet to distract me from my chores, so I’m going to go climb into my big huge empty bed and start reading Angels & Demons like I meant to do a few years ago.

It is time to udpate the old “profile picture”. So here it is, the new photo I have chosen to represent myself and all I stand for in life….

Adios, old friend…

I’d like to introduce to you my son in law, father of my grandbabies, Maximo Wylder. Lily has been grabbing at his momma’s belly for a really long time, trying to talk him into coming out to play.

Got about 6 extra minutes and speakers on your computer? Click on this link. It’s pretty funny.