Since we have already established the sad fact that I have a little issue with living my children's lives, I thought I should tell you that "we" are going on a vacation. Yes sir. It is 7 degrees here this morning, and the Mental Rugrats are on a plane right this very minute. A plane to Costa Rica. Yep. Where I just checked the weather and it is a sunny 77 degrees at 7:30 in the morning. Yep. They are going with their father and stepmother. Yep. I was not invited.
Guess I'll go shovel some more snow.
What excitement does everyone else have planned?