I’m wrapping
up early again this week, as I plan on squeezing every last moment of
relaxation out of Spring Break (only two more days) with the boys. After Spring
Break, I have six more weeks of chaos at work, and the boys have nine more weeks
of chaos at school. And then summer school starts. The very next week.
Next thing
you know, it will be the Fourth of July. *Sigh.*
Spring Break,
in our house, means the park, fishing, naps, and mindless TV. Like Lost Girl. Which I’ve been watching WAY
too much of this week. Zombies and fairies and advertising executives in the
1960s don’t seem like they would mix, but they do. They SO do.
Spring Break
also means actual cooking. So we’ll start with what didn’t hit the blog this
week, and that is another cooking post. It didn’t hit this week, or last week,
or for several weeks, for that matter. But, I did make the Twitterverse jealous
with my tales of homemade (but not by me) cannelloni in my oven.
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| Yeah. You're jealous. |
Then there
is what I did when I wasn’t here:
I’m back to
writing at the lovely Sprocket Ink, which has a pretty, new layout design and
header. This made me want to match mine to theirs. You should go and check it
out, if you’ve missed it, when you check out my posts on the Hunger Games Haters and what
Stand
Your Ground Actually Means.
Around the
interwebs:
Alex of Late
Enough scored another TWO mentions with her hilarious post on How
Not to Write and for linking to the Craziest
Wifi Names in her weekly wrap up post. My favorite is “You can haz
internets.”
Scary Mommy gave
me more hope that I can be an accomplished
writer someday as well. Also, she wrote the best Momfinitions post
ever.
Noa from Oh, Noa reminded me of my favorite post at The Oatmeal.
Too bad J didn’t taking dishwasher loading in Home Ec.
And the
Bloggess, yet again, confirmed (for me) that we are somehow related, because I’m fairly
certain that my great-grandparents had done this at some point in time.
So, what was
up this time last year?
I gave you
some insight (PG-rated) on what
it’s like to live with J.
Which leads
me to beg the question: What weird and random witticisms does your spouse come
up with that leaves you shaking your head?

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