I woke up at 5:55 this morning. Would somebody please tell my body it’s the weekend and I don’t have to take the kids to school? Ruby and I slept downstairs last night because my room looks like it was the victim of a tornado. I’ve cleaned out all my drawers and am purging through the copious amounts of t-shirts we have. I mean really, who needs a chest and a dresser full of t-shirts?

Ruby is doing better, thanks for asking. Best $10 I ever spent. She’s had 3 phantom yelping episodes since Thursday, but that’s better than the every five minute episodes.

At 6:12 this morning, both boys got out of bed. Would somebody please tell them it’s the weekend and to go the fark back to bed?

Mark was supposed to come home yesterday from Oxford, but he got caught up in work, so he’s heading home this morning. He says he’s gonna leave before 8. Anyone wanna take bets on what time he actually leaves?

Well, I guess since I’m up, I may as well make the most of it and finish my room. I hate cleaning, but the house is a pit so I should get to it.

Have a happy Saturday!