Happy New Year

Well ring in the new year, I'm ready for it.
In recent news, as if there is anyone in the free world who I haven't told, Don passed the Professional Engineering test. He is now a real life, look at me, I know how to build a bridge, civil engineer. He gets his own stamp and everything. This is really big for him, and now, thankfully, he gets to feel important. Well, at least at work, because I am pretty sure people listen to him there, and he gets to have an opinion about basic day to day operations.
Not that his thoughts and opinions aren't needed/listened to around here, because not everyone in this house gets to decide how to expertly hide the TV cords along the wall, or... which cleaner to use to get the mouse pee off the floor under the stove.
In all seriousness I am very proud of him, he studied his ass off for his P.E., and deserves every bit of that little stamp of his.

Most things have calmed down legally on the brother homefront, and that is good news for everyone. Mostly for him.

We are looking for a new house and think we may have found the perfect one. And today I had to do something I never wanted to do, something I hope to never have to do again. I let a gay man go through my house and tell me what was wrong with it. I guess mold along the base of the bathtub is not good for sales. Whatever. Among other things that embarrassed me, was when Chuck told me that he would come over and help me organize the shelves in the dinning room. The shelves, the shelves?! You mean the fucking shelves I spent two hours on last night organizing, trying to impress him with my keen sence of style. Whatever.

My friend Kristin is preggers again. She is due sometime in August, and I would love to share what week she is in, but she told me she was pregnant the day after she concieved, so who the hell knows. By now it seems like she may be 5 months. Good luck to you girl, and may that baby keep you up all night and give you all the crap you gave your momma!

I am having a sex toy party later this month,I have invited both my mom and Don's mom, but got a stern no from my mother. What a prude. But Don's mom is always one for a party and I know will wear her penis decorated necklace with pride. Ashli and I have decided to become OKC consultants for the comany! Ha. Who needs a real job when you can sell dildos to drunk girls eating penis shaped jello?

Here is to a new year, with much less drama, please.