One of those mornings

The bad:

LS was up at 5:30 AM, like clockwork

I had to manually remove BS from bed, as in, grasp him by the ankles and haul him out while he whined and moaned and claimed to be sick. Good times.

LS has a runny nose, so my shirt is speckled with snail trails. I also have rapidly-browning banana bits on my pant leg. I feel really put-together, let me tell ya.

The good:

BS did not wet the bed (it's a miracle!)

I was on time to work (another miracle!)

Both kids arrived at school relatively clean and good spirits

It's FRIDAY! WOOHOO!

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So, my dearest readers, any big plans for the weekend? Not much here - BS starts soccer tomorrow morning, then we might go check out this annual seafood festival we say we're going to go to every year, and then don't. Of course, this year may be no exception to that rule since it's supposed to rain cats & dogs all weekend.

On Sunday DH and I have an actual date. I know - imagine that! With a babysitter and everything! We're going to see a favorite band of his called Hot Tuna. I have nothing more to add to that topic because frankly, I'm not even sure what they sound like. I'm much more excited to see Weezer with my good buddy Malomatic in 2 weeks!

Anyway. That's all I can think of to report at the moment! I'm feeling a bit chatty today, and as you know, I don't exactly have a giant circle of office pals with whom to gossip... so this may not be my only post du jour. Time will tell - stay tuned!

All of a sudden, getting old sucks

Until today, I was totally cool with getting older. So I'm a few (ahem) pounds heavier than before, have to get my hair colored regularly to hide the little gray garden that sprouts up on my part, and have fine lines and sun damage and all that good stuff starting on my face. My thirties have been pretty cool so far, and heck - I've already survived one bout of cancer, so life is pretty rockin', right?

Sort of. It's still good to be Bev, but now Bev has to get $1,690 worth of dental work done. Yes, that is the amount due AFTER my good-for-nothing insurance company kicks in their measely $460 for the crown and several fillings my new dentist just told me I needed, as illustrated by his fancy-dancy little camera. Apparently, even though I have slacked off and not used my benefits for two years (blush), I have only $460 remaining in benefits until next July, when it renews. What the--? How does that happen?

So now, in addition to the painful and icky 5 hours of office visits I must endure, I must also feel pain in my wallet.

That's it! Pull them all and give me a mouthful of Gary Busey chompers!


The good news is that I've been informed that my hygiene is terrific, and I had very little plaque. Just holes in my teeth and a mouthful of metal that needs replacing. Fan-freakin-tastic!

Oh well. At least my boobs aren't getting saggy or... Oh, wait. Crap!