I can’t believe Chooch is in Kindergarten. But then he retorts with things like “touché” and I think, “How is he only in Kindergarten?”
Now that he’s in school for a full day as opposed to half, I have no idea what to do with all this free time, all this glorious, scandalous, COMPLETELY DANGEROUS IN MY HANDS free time. Today, while sad (I promise I was sad! I even called Lisa and made her talk to me because it was ominously quiet in the house), I sat around with steepled fingers and a mischievous grin, wondering what to get myself into first.
Turns out, Tuesdays are not very adventurous days for me, so all I did was watch the RW/RR Challenge reunion show on MTV.com, exercise and then make a salad. Insert also lots of staring at the walls in between those titillating activities.
I’m thinking though that with all this extra time, I just might start painting again. I would have done that today, but I spent countless minutes last night applying those stupid Sally peel-on nail art things and by the time I was done, I had heart palpitations. So until I score myself some latex gloves from the serial killer depot, I guess I will just stick to tormenting the cats and watching Dance Gavin Dance videos on YouTube. (Which I actually haven’t done in awhile. Vacation broke me!)
(Speaking of vacation, I have so much more to tell you! And by “you,” I mean the Ukranian girl with the back brace who I like to imagine reads this in between milking goats and pulling her father off all the malnourished neighborhood girls.)