Loghead and I went to the midnight show last night. It's been a tradition for us- ever since movie 4 came out. I am a HUGE Potter fan, so we've been planning this night for months. Loghead arranged to get Gibby home and in bed before coming back into towm (30 miles from home) to meet me in line. We were first! That thrilled me, since I've been first in line for each HP movie and each Twilight movie. (Yes, i love wizards, vampires and werewolves- I clearly have issues...)

I am offended when my teenage skids don't wear shirts in the house. Sometimes, late at night, after their showers, they even simply run around in their boxers...

I am wrong to be bothered by this? It's not a sexual thing. Ew. I raised them since they were 2 and 3. I am the "mom." That's just sick...

but I do see it as a modesty/respect issue. I mean, we don't allow SD to run around in her bra and panties. And Gibby, my bio-son, wears shirts and shorts in the house.

Princess 18 came home unannounced Friday evening. She gave us about an hours notice she was coming home from college for the weekend. I simply told her I was glad she was coming home but that she needed to give me notice. Later, I found out she and Loghead were sad and angry about that.

Why does Loca Grande insist on sending the skids home with food she cooked? Last night Lazy Boye brought home apple pie, saying she wanted me to try a piece from a new recipe she tried. I've seen Snow White! I ain't eating anything she made with apples, anything she made- PERIOD! I have seen that woman's kitchen! Eeww... I won't even feed it to the dogs! Or the cows, for that matter! LOL And then he has the nerve to tell me tonight that I need to wash up the plate so he can take it back to her. Um, wash it yourself... and next time, don't bring it here, I don't want any.