The crap part has to do with my husbands son (what else is new!!??). Essentially, I threw an 11 year old out of my house. Yea, feeling pretty proud about that. I don't necessarily regret it, as it seems to have shaken his father into some type of action to help this kid. But, we'll see. We'll see.
Thanksgiving is in a few days. Escaping with the Boy, the Parents, and cousin J and her son up to New Hampshire the day after. Will be a lot of fun. Always nice to get away.
That blog sadly just sucked any energy I had left. As Owen would say..."night night".
