It is still Friday isn't it?  Lord Voldemort came and got the boys. Mr. C. called him this morning and asked could he just leave us here because they'd just be sitting around at their grandparents while he worked. And got the big N-O. Poor kid, I am surprised he still has faith in asking for and getting what he wants. I wish they could have stayed too because of course the kids across the street came knocking on the door and wanted them to go over and play foam swords. They bash each other with foam swords. It's great.

I wish they could have stayed because this is J's first day back to work since just before his prostate removal. I am so proud of him, he took some kind of test he needed to take for some reason the AF makes him take, and so he passed, even though he has been stressing about it for months. Months I tell you. He went home Wed. nite and crammed for it, and passed it Thurs. and was back to work today. While I was home doing laundry and dishes and eating grilled chicken with Sriracha sauce and taste testing the frozen cookies, and doing random lame workout videos on Hulu, he was at work. I didn't work today because the school district didn't have school today. I could have worked yesterday but the boys were out of school for conferences. I could have worked Wednesday but there weren't any jobs available. Tuesday, I don't remember much of Tuesday because I was so tired after teaching all day Monday that I got up, checked for jobs at 4 AM, 5AM and 7AM, saw nothing there, and fell back to sleep till 11AM.

I texted J. this evening to say hope it went well today and he texted back,
"I'm the only one without a prostate."
so I texted back to him
"It makes you more aerodynamic. You are now lighter and faster."
Or something like that. I don't really remember my exact words.

 A few days ago he brought over some pictures from when he was younger, and in this one I think he looks particularly yummy. So I decided to scan them and I'm sure he wouldn't approve so pretend you never saw this.

Earlier today I was fuming about the recent allegations that J. is irresponsible. Lord Voldemort told the boys that. Js irresponsible for talking about letting them drive to San Francisco on motorcycles. Yep. Because that's gonna happen. In other news Uncle Kevin drove them around on the dirt bike but I guess that's okay because Grandma says so? Um, whatever. But they started this discussion with me about all this and I was confused, because the reason we bought the little kid helmet was because they said he said it's okay if they wear a helmet. But now it's not? They weren't sure either. I told them really if he has a problem he should just call me and talk to me about the problem instead of freaking out all over the kids.

And so I guess he told them he will take them away from me. As if.

But it does freak the kids out to hear that kind of crap. So then I had to say, I haven't done anything wrong, dude, your dad's full of shit.

And then my funny Mr. L, the 10 year old, high fives me and says "Welcome to my world!"

Then. I wonder what just happened.