Okay, I finsished Lord of Chaos and than took a few hours to read Uglies. Husband tells me I'm crazy to be reading a series that is permanently unresolved, but I'm so interested in the story and what Rand al Thor is going to do next. I keep hoping for love scenes, but, as I said to Husband, looking for romance in Robert Jordan is like looking for a tomato at McDonalds. You keep thinking you'll find one, but somehow it's elusive.
Goose is still fairly high maintainence. It's my fault, I know I spoil her, but I'm not sure what to do about it. She cries, a lot. I still have to hold her a lot. And she just turned two. What to do.
Janey's black eye is fading to yellowish purple. I guess next week it will be gone.
T-Bone claimed to do 100 sit ups, 100 push ups and 100 jumping jacks yesterday.
Cheeseball made a very cute stick figure (literally) out of popsicle sticks and paper. He even gave him a back pack of sorts, which stored two different types of popsicle stick guns. His preschool teacher says he's the most creative kid in class. (I think she's just trying to butter me up).
Beulah has dropped her allegiance to David Archeleta. She likes Syesha (sp?) the most now. She still does not like Cream of Wheat. Cracked wheat also yields a snarl.
Husband is working on his book again. Now that my recreational reading is all caught up, I'm going to start helping him again.
Well we're off to go horde some oats. I don't like rice very much (except with curries) so I hope to be able to forgo purchasing it while the shortage looms large.