Another Saturday gone, Skidz and I wandered around another park looking suspicious, and I watched the "princess" destroy any last shred of hope I could have of not having a diva...
Me: Honey what is that?
She: Dad it's a princess crown.
Me: I see that honey why did you draw that there when you signed mommy's card?
She: the I has to have a DOT Dad? (unspoken but you could clearly hear the DUH after that last statement.)
And to top it all off, the crickets are chirping. I realize my baby Aria is spoiled, and needs fresh crickets to make that gecko even fatter, and I also realize it was probably me that left a 1/4 inch hole open on the cage before XMAS break that allowed a couple to excape. But I am about ready to cut the heat for a week and freeze their little buggie butts off if they dont stop chirpin. I mean how long does it take for one of those suckers to die of old age anyway? But now, with the spawn finally comatose enough to stop talking, the crickets are out, I need to make a leash for Aria and send here out hunting.
As for the resolutions - beleive it or not the only one I have kept so far is the weight one. I am ahead of my goal after 1 week - I have lost more than 1 pound. So I should be ahead of the game when I weigh in on Monday AM. I am hoping the snow Skidz and I trudged through on the way to another stupid slinky burned off the calories a week of meetings at work caused me to consume. I tend to eat when comatose.
Posted above is Skidz, in all his masculine glory, debating to cross the cattails again after they kicked his ass on the way across. For less than 10 feet of foliage - it took the boy a good 5 minutes to cross, and at least 2 mini melt downs. I think that is progress.....................
Well it is time to consider sleeping arrangements, from the volume of the TV upstairs, the spawn are still in my bed , probably passed out, and I really don't want to trip over Mt. St. StuffedCritters getting them into the correct beds. Thankfully I can sleep in my office.
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