THESE ARE THE GOOD OLD DAYS
Anders is packing right now. He’s leaving me and taking the kids. WOOT! Yes, the annual father-kid ski trip is approaching rapidly. They’re leaving on Friday and will be gone for a week. And yes, I will miss them. But first? I’m filling my home with a bunch of internet psychopaths good friends, many of whom I’ve never met, and having a slumber party on Saturday night. WHEEE! So many good things going on, I hardly know where to start, although I have to say, it sure is hard to keep up with you people when I miss one evening...