Fuck.

That.

Noise.

Now, I hate tornadoes. And I'm certainly not fond of any CLOUD that looks like it might spit one out (and these certainly qualified). It also brought on tons of green skies (ie: hail) and really made a mess of downtown. At our house, we had tons of rain, smaller sized hail, and me hunkered down, waiting to get carried to Oz.

My son got his 'big boy' bed this week. It's been on order for the last month, and boy, has it been a month. He's been climbing out of the crib, wandering down the hall to announce various things to us - anywhere from twice to eleven times. I'm not counting or anything. After getting his 'big boy' bed, he's been hanging out in there, not wandering down the hall, and generally making my life a lot easier.

Here's the Bug, in his cowboy hat, helping Daddy take apart the crib (and really, if you're going to do any kind of home repair, you need a cowboy hat on tight):

I went to a co-ed sex toy party. And at the party, we had to eat a cherry that had been soaking for three weeks in Everclear, after it was lit on fire for a bit. It tasted like the Debbil.

And a gratuitous shot of me before going out to the party:
And finally, I spent yesterday with my Uncle at the hospital. He is on twelve liters of oxygen, and according to my husband, one step up from that is pretty much back on a vent again. He's in good spirits. When he'd left by ambulance, he'd grabbed his cell phone but didn't get the charger. I was able to find him a charger, some magazines and snuck in some jellybeans for him. And thanks everyone for their good wishes ...

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