Friday Fodder.

This has been a totally unproductive week. I was supposed to clean up my scrap space -- after the Father's Day fiasco, I had no desire to even look at a piece of cardstock (and to those who requested, yes I will post pics of my pages...I'm still trying to figure out the software, and haven't had time). So, I've done no scrapbooking, I've not done much of anythng quite frankly.

The CTMH convention is finally over. Now I have to figure out how much I have to spend RIGHT away in order to have stuff to demo. Frustrating. They announced next year's convention will be in Salt Lake City - Christ! Would it kill them to come East of the Mississippi?

The babies are doing well. The EI speech therapist was here on Tuesday and it looks like the girls will qualify for speech therapy as well. S. has been testing my nerves this week - if I leave the room she cries. She's moody, teething, and she has diaper rash. I'm pretty moody myself. Hat tip to Danielle who pointed out to me that the hormone thing is getting worse as we get older. I swear I was ready to put my kid through a window. Zero patience. It was then (while also dealing with a migraine headache) that I said, "Huh. Must be PMS".

Fourth of July weekend! DH is coming home early and then the madness begins. We're going to my family on Saturday and then to his brother's on Sunday. By Monday I'll be medicated. I'll at least get some R&R on Saturday -- my family is so good with the girls, I never have to do much when they're around. Sunday is another story. I'll be sitting in traffic on the LIE with my babies ALONE (because as must of you know who stop by regularly, DH has to go pick up his FAT ASS mother and aunt and take them to Long Island). DH will get there, drink his beer, and leave me to tend to my children, who will be crawling all over my SIL's filthy ass floors. I'm dreading it like root canal. If the girls get out of hand, I'm taking them home. End of story.

Here's this week's Friday Fiver - hope everyone has a safe and relaxing holiday weekend!

Let's talk about debt baby
1. Who do you owe? - everyone
2. Does anyone owe you? - well, my husband owes me his LIFE...because without me he's nothing. But other than that...
3. How many credit cards to you have? Um...4
4. Do you care about national debt? - sure.
5. Would your friends be surprised if they accidently saw the balance in your checkbook? No, they know I'm an out of work bum. LOL.