mix-n-match

A transylvanian transvestite is frolicking across my television. Let’s do the time warp again, kids.

Did I ever tell you that I want to be a SAHM when I get older? That’s right: Stay At Home Mom. If you would have said that to me five years ago, I would have scoffed. Now it’s something I want. I’m sure the hubby would like for me to work so that we would have mucho mulah, but he’s incredibly supportive of the idea. He even added the idea of home schooling to the mix (which I hadn’t even considered before). As a public school teacher, it seems like it would only be logical to send the kids out there, but I kind of like the idea of teaching them at home. It’s something to think about.

Has it only been a day since he left?

I want this place to look fabulous when he gets back. Clean, unpacked, mostly moved in from the other apartment… I want him to come home and say, “wow.”

The clips from WTC look good. I still cry sometimes when I see images from that day. I miss the unity that apparently only mass devastation can bring.

Off to clean.