Spent most of today in luge-mode, then got busy this evening and did laundry, cleaned cat litterboxes, made bbq ribs and stuff for dinner (not necessarily in that order) and am now sorting through stuff in the Girl's second bedroom, trying to make a path to the closet.
Earlier tonight, Trudy asked Tori if she knew why we were celebrating today, and I burst out laughing. At the time she asked, we were all sprawled over the furniture watching 'Matilda' and hardly exhibiting signs of life. (Tori answered correctly, btw). I couldn't help but laugh, because if this is what celebrating is passing for nowadays, God help me. We can't even light fireworks anymore- this has become just another boring holiday.
