Sunrise, sunset...

and another shift of the sands of time...

and my loveable load of loveables is growing by the boy...

boys boys boys and a few more boys.

This mix could be one of the oddest yet.

Cocky.... immature braggarts.

Last week I was in a van with one who reeked of "boy"... (if you have a brother or a son, you know exactly the "reek" I am referring to)... he chattered incessantly about the proper way to "jump railroad tracks"... and about the self-done (quite infected) "Bomb" tattoo that covers most of his hand....

"It's not really all that important" he says.

"The tattoo, or the health and future of your hand?" I ask...

and roll my eyes and grit my teeth

some days I really do not like these children...

I chalk my crabbiness up to a mancold that I've been valiantly battling for almost 10 days...

(the mancold has so been so fierce that it forced me to wake (at 3am) a very, very sleepy Daddio for a ride to the ER a couple of nights ago... there, they made me a Priority Two... in other words, a lack of oxygen is really, truly no big deal... next time, I swear I vow to plunge a screwdriver directly into my nasal cavity and hopefully... oh never mind, I'm just being dramatic...)

I can proudly say that I only missed one day of work...

But I should have stayed home yesterday too....

No one likes to be nicknamed Typhoid Mary...

xoxo...cough cough sniffle sniffle