I'm back in bidness

MuthaFucka, I'm beat. BEAT!

I went to see my Bestest Friend Forever this past weekend. Thursday - the boys and I (no Mr.!) took a nice short Southwest Air flight and BoBo picked us up and we drove to her house near DC. Her boys were still awake (just after 9) and the kids stayed up till like 10.30. This is HUGE for my 4 year old and almost 2 year old. But they loved it.

We had an amazing weekend of playing, sleeping, cackling, drinking (us, not the kids), laughing till you pee (including the kids) and just general LOVE.

Boys kicked ASS on the plane. Both times. I was nervous and planed to medicate myself - heavily - but they surprised me, those little turds, and listened well. This one old dude said I "deserved a medal" for handling it so well.

I'll wait for that, in the mail.

When I got home, I napped and Mr. Kiss was 'in charge' for all of 2 hours before he came to wake me up and say "we need to get these boys out somewhere, they're driving me nuts."

Seriously? TWO HOURS???

Pussy.

So in New England? It rained for like 23 days straight in June. The forecast for the next 10 days? Scattered showers. Which means HUMID as fuck. Ew.