Nothin

This is the last week of school for my kids. I know, it's early, but they go back ridiculously early too; August 11.

Anyway, this week is crazy making, as the last week of school always is. I just don't have time or energy to be cerebral, witty or deep, I'm afraid.

So, what to say...what to say.

Shall I tell you that Diminutive One needed two stitches in his scalp last night after being brained over the head with a light sabre by a neighbor kid?

Shall I tell you that he had a full on panic attack as he was lying there waiting to be stitched up?

Shall I tell you that Pubescent One is playing Allstar ball this summer, which means baseball at least five days a week and lots of cashola leaving the bank account?

Shall I tell you that apparently, I am the laziest, most undisciplined person on the face of the earth and that after losing over 60 lbs in 2005, I have put it all back on?

Shall I tell you that yesterday, the company that we hired a month ago to paint the house, showed up unannounced?

Shall I tell you that I somehow lost a nearly full bottle of Diminutive One's $200 medication ($60 copay) and that I can't get more until 30 days has elapsed because it's a Class II controlled substance?

Shall I tell you that this is making for a very difficult week for his teacher?

Shall I tell you that I spent nearly $300 at the grocery store yesterday and didn't even get MEAT?

Shall I tell you that I nearly had a stroke when I saw that the el cheapo store brand milk in now over $4 a gallon?

Shall I tell you that I've realized, belatedly, that I can't afford to feed two teenaged boys?

Naaaaah. That's the kind of crap I always said I wouldn't write about; mundane minutaie that matters very little in the grand scheme of things.

So...I got nothin.

Sorry.