You may (or may not) have noticed that it's been 8 days since I have last blogged (fans please forgive me).
The proverbial WIND, has left the SAILS.
I have been so blah in the last several weeks that it's been hard to muster up any sarcasm or witty snark. Oh how I miss witty snark. Thing 1's pre-k graduation went smoothly, I cried, she ate cupcakes. Huzzah. Oh and new awesome Type 1 pre-k mom? Not so much my type. She's nice, friendly and graciously hospitable, but we don't have a thing in common. She's 13 years older than me, which is not so much a disservice to us as almost all of my friends are 5+ years older than me. This does not phase me.
We just don't have anything in common, we are two wildly different personalities. The first time we went to visit, I could see her electric green thong sticking out of her pleather pants. Her house was DIRTY. I'm no neat freak by any stretch of the imagination (LIARLIAROCDLIAR), but when I spend all my time at your house either trying to teach you how to use your electronics or walk around picking up dog food because my son is trying to eat it....that's where I draw the line.
If I can't even blink for fear of my children putting something horrid in their mouths or I have an obsessive pulsing urge to power wash the inside of your house, it just IS NOT going to work out.
So that's had my mood all askew, knowing there is only so long I can make excuses before she's going to say something.
That and we've been making plans for the summer. In July we're going to the Dells with my hubby's whole family, June we're going up to Milwaukee for the weekend for the zoo and in August it's my Mekius' turn to plan our anniversary (5 years) and the fair is in August too. These are all really exciting events and I can't wait and it seems like May is just creeping and crawling at a snail's pace to further incense me.
We don't REALLY have any plans for Memorial day, except I have cookout fare stocked in the house and WCTW we will just cook out at home and RELAX. But still. I want the fun stuff. Sad face.