Addiction

I'm sitting here really down, giving myself a hard time for not being as upbeat as maybe I should be.  (I blame these girls.)

Then I had a realization.  I'm addicted to the check-off highs. Nope, scrap that.  I'm AB - Adoption Bipolar.  That's it!  Spurts of ups (manic) when red envelopes are received and downs (depressed) when there is another to do list to begin.  Or really anytime an awesome high isn't occurring.  

Last time I was AADD - Adoption Attention Deficit Disorder.  At least my faux illness has moved up in severity! ;)

Alohomora

She's trying to bust free.

Who's the Boss?

 Chocolate and salt?  Check.

Lethargy?  Check.

I Don't Stand a Chance

When I say "Tater," you say "Log."

TATER!










LOG!











TATER!











LOG!









I complied by eating 2 tater logs - one for each of them.

Let's Get This Party Started

This is my time to shine!

I'm partying like a rock star!













You just wait.

Next month, it's my turn to be line leader!

Challenge Issued, Challenge Answered

Ladies and gentlemen, meet the first draft of the Twin Orbs of Evil:
And the illustrator, Angie:
I have quite the schemes in my head to make Angie and I rich off this idea, starting with t-shirts and ending with selling the rights (for lots of $$, of course) to a maxi pad company! HAHAHA!