Hump Day...

Halloween is tomorrow, but Brodie and I are going to a party tonight. He decided all by himself that he wanted to be a jedi, so we got him an Anakin costume - he got a lightsaber a week ago, I think that's what gave him the idea - and we couldn't find one small enough for him. Disaster, right? No. We got a bigger kid's costume, the shirt part of which fits him just right. Who needs funky pants with flat carboard on the bottom anyway, right? So my son is a Jedi, and he is thrilled. I decided not to dress up, though from what Brodie says I could wear a t-shirt that says "Star Wars Girl" on the front and he'd be happy.

In other news, Andrew is adorable and he's mine. Ignoring the whole married thing and the fact that he will most likely vehemently deny it, I say he's mine.

Finally, I want to address something that really annoys me... Avril Lavigne is not punk. No matter how many magazines you see her face on that will surely contradict me, she is bubblegum, not to mention completely useless. I have shoes better than her.

"If you want to criticize my methods, fine, but keep your snide comments to yourself...and while you're at it, don't criticize my methods."