I'm a wireless blogger.
We went to the computer shop to check out prices of wireless routers and a card thingy and instead walked out with both for 49 bux cus they were having a sale. How awesome is that.
Hubs was showing me crap the 'puter can do now (thanks to my BFS) and in the email thingy I have a clandar so I joked and told him, mark down "make supper" for 5 pm. And dammit! At quarter to, the 'puter started yelling at me. Make supper! Make supper! MAKE SUPPER BITCH! Till I freaking made supper just to shut it up! (Three cheese noodles and chicken breast)
The two older boy went to the fire hall for some reason and came home with all sorta goodies. Blue boy hasn't taken his fire hat ..oh sorry, Fire Cheif Hat off since he got home. Apperently he was too scared to go into the fire engine, but he is gonna drive fire trucks now. (Last week he was gonna drive tractors)
Man this is a borning post. Crap.
I am definatly switching to blog lines ( as opposed to blog rolling) cus blog rolling won't even tell me who has updated anymore. I think they hate me. My ass is numb.
*edit* i got confused at bloglines and joined but don't know how to add my links. help damn it!
No really, I was kicking hubs butt at gin, cus like, now we got two computers, and so I have been sitting here for a long time and my ass is NUMB. Who wants to rub the feeling back into it?
Why is it, during the day Im all I have to blog that! or Thats blogable, and now that I am blogging I can't think of a damn thing to say? hmmm what to say what to say. Stuperman has become very clingy latly. Walking up to us and grabbing us around the leg in a hug. He did that this evening and I said to hubs whats up with the doggy leg humping? Hubby wasn't too impressed. He sucks.
We still haven't set the laptop.. note book? which one? up for pictures so I can't show you pictures of all the pumpkin tarts (which are better then Sponge Bob's) or the beautiful pumpkin pie.
Hubs just got back from the store. We needed slurpees for Smallville, and I needed chocolate! I have to go watch Tom Welling and gorge my self on chocolate now.