Stick It, Tuesday!!!

Well, I haven't paid homage to my good blogger friend Supah Mommy in months, it would seem.  But the time has come to get back in the Super Stickies saddle...It's been so long, I'm not even sure she does it any more, but what the hell!



Did room inspections this weekend.  Now, they weren't intentional room inspections but were brought about after I was able to get Prodigal's door open and navigate his room somehow.  Good thing I navigate by landmarks...his dresser was the only thing visible.

So that was his answer to my, "Clean up this room NOW!" demand.  Went total Chief on him.  "This room is not up to my standards!  Get it right!"  As I pulled all the clothes out of his closet and piled them on his bed.  So, he cleaned the room up, but upon my return for reinspection, all of his shoes were piled on the floor at the foot of his bed.

So, I was sitting at my desk, chatting with the love of my life, in the Mancave.  Football pre-game on in the background, waiting for the Jets game to come on.  I had already been publicly  humiliated at the Green Turtle in my Seahawks jersey, so I slinked home and was praying for a better outcome with Mac's Jets.  I catch movement under the drapes on the slider.

I kid you not.  Gnawed a fucking hole in the wall.  The next morning, I get up to find pieces of wallpaper all over the hallway.  Apparently, he doesn't like the wall treatments in the house...It's like somehow Marley was reincarnated into Tiny's body...

My sons are the light of my life, you all know that by now.  They are.  But sometimes??

I *know* someone out there can relate to that.

And, because of all the wonderful things you do for me and the countless hours we spend talking when sleep escapes me. 

Oh, ok...ONE more for you...

So, that's all for me today.  Did I mention that I've started bellydancing?  I have!  It's a blast, by the way.  My class is tonight. 

THIS right here!!!

NOT this!!