So tomorrow is Natha's birthday...

...the big # 5!. We'll go on the obligatory trip to the ol' Chuck E. Cheese tomorrow night to then pool all our hastily-won tickets toward Natha's charity for him to then decide on the small, heart-shaped red-'n'-sparkly nail polish that he remembers to put on once. Oh, well. $30 well spent, I say. That's just the charge for the memories, I guess.

He's done some funny stuff the last couple of days - I'll have to fill that one in tomorrow since we've got to get up at the crackadon for Ed to go to work at 4:45am. I can't help it that I wake up, dear. At least it gives me some time to get the things done for class that I didn't do earlier. I was a bad teacher this weekend. Nothing irrevocable, but I don't feel warm and fuzzy about it, earlier.

Time fo' bed, fo' shizzle dizzle. Word.

Five! Five! Five! He's going to be going to f'in *school* in less than a month! Freak out!

I love my son & husband. Oodles and Oodles ---> infinity.