Kids!

I need to start a support group for Mom's whose children refuse to pick up after themselves. I am sure that all Mom's could be a member. But seriously, I am tired of walking into my living room and it looking like a bomb went off. They don't even pretend to see what they step over! They just step right on it. "Hey! Pick it up!" They look at you all innocently and say "What?" Do I have any hair left?

The other stress around here is that the classes that I am taking over at the Game Institute are difficult. I have spent the last two weeks on chapter 3. I did complete a program simulating a small slot machine today that came out easy. It only took about an hour to write. Of course if I had those odds in a casino I would be a wealthy girl! But it worked!

Emily wants to start girl scouts, she is the first to really be interested in it, but of course there isn't a troop here. Someone please shoot me, because I think I heard the words "I could help" come out of my mouth! What was I thinking. That's a lot of work, don't I have enough on my plate?

Well, dinner's coming in a box about 15 inches square today... pizza. I love gas station pizza on nights when it is 2 for $10! How can you go wrong?