ROBIEWANKENOBIE

i am, oh, so glad, to be back at work this morning. *hugs her desk shamelessly* this weekend has been marked by an almost sitcom level of sibling disagreements. whining, screaming...you name it.

i've locked up the soap. my children cannot be trusted with hand soap. at least my house gets cleaner after they abuse it...maybe i should let them have at it, after all. i am also a tad bit concerned about what the next object of their attention might be. as it stands, i am doling out a pumpful each time they have to wash. when did i stop being cool and start being the soap nazi? don't answer that.

at any rate, at work? i am alone with my thoughts. oh, wait a minute. maybe i would rather be with the screaming heathens...

ellie has taken to showing up in the most unexpected places. like an apparition, of sorts. you leave her in one room, and then find her in another. so odd, after weeks of immobility, to see her scooting 'round. go, ellie, go!!!

i tried, i really did. but there's only so much that caffeine can do for a girl. hopefully, i'll get my internets soon. thataway i can get back into the habit of driveling on cue.