sigh...

so i've been told twice in the past week that my blog habits have begun to smell like the dumpster behind a bad chinese buffet.  typically i don't respond well to criticism attempts to make me feel guilty, but here i am anyway.  are you happy?  huh?  are you?  let the record show that this post was created with deep-seated feelings of resentment.  furthermore, you'll all be sorry when i'm dead.

now that we have THAT out of the way, onward and upward (?) to my random life experiences.

we're moving to a bigger house at the end of the month that will hopefully have a place where i can effectively hide from the kids. i hate moving - why do i have so much shit? furthermore, what would have ever possessed me to open a box containing the shoes i got married in from 1994 and tell myself - oh yeah, i need these as a keepsake. why? because that marriage was so awesome or because the ugly things damn near crippled me when i wore them or because they cause me to fondly recall that my hairdo on the day of my wedding looked like it belonged on a lesbian basketball player?

charlie has a new friend named potato. 

potato? 

yeah, mom - you know, potato. 

potato? the child's name is potato? 

you know mom - we played with him on monday and he rode his bike over... remember? 

matteo? 

YES! potato. that's what i said.

i had my kids parent/teacher conferences on monday and both teachers told me my children were well-adjusted.  i don't even think i can add anything to that in order to make it funnier or more ironic.

my parents came over last weekend and my mom gave me this shirt she bought for herself and ended up not liking on her. and she gave me a purse she thought was too big for her to carry. as she handed over the items, henry observed - man, you two are all about fashion.  since i've explained to him what gay means, think i shoulda said something?

and, in closing, henry told me this morning that the donuts that he'd been begging for were "not gonna buy themselves."  see...i have enough problems without all the blog nagging.  leave britney alone!