Blast From The Past!

I recieved a phone call tonight from one of my very very best friends growing up, Damarius, and I know I just spelled your name wrong. Sorry. But anyway, it's always so nice to catch up and talk about the fun stuff we used to do. Or should I say stupid. She reminded me of the time that Mom, Mike and I had her locked in our livingroom killing a bat with a tennis racket for us. The cruising of the streets of Savanna listening to Prince and Janet Jackson. Boy were we a sad pair. Lately, it seems my friends have a knack for calling me when I'm feeling disconnected from the outside world. Last week, Jen called and then the call tonight. Thanx. I needed that.

While I was on the phone, Al came in and stated he needed to change his shorts. He totally ripped the crotch out of these camoflage shorts Gram just got him. Boys!!!!!! Carie, tell Ashley to stay away from them, they are a bunch of poopy-heads. Lol. I guess I'll have to see if mom can fix the shorts. That is not something I have any idea of how to do. The boy came in and was just filthy, he said that the shorts got caught on his bike. All I can do sometimes is shake my head. I just had him take a shower and now he is out here wearing his boxer inside out. Okay, he said that they are not inside out. He's right, they are just faded from being washed. He didn't want me making a fool of him on my blog. I don't have to, he does enough on his own. Oh but I love the silly goose.

Trying to get the princess to stay in bed. She's playing with the chairs right now. I'll go put her back in her room in a minute. She came out and was shaking her cuppy at me. She really was thirsty, drank 2 cups of milk, yikes. I guess I need to buy a cow because now the boy is into the last of the milk, we had a gallon and a half yesterday, now he is finishing it off. Could be worse, I guess.

Well, I'm off to get Erin to bed. Nighty nite, everybody.