Two weeks til ACEN. I can't wait - and once again, the printed word doesn't quite express the dry wit that remark is supposed to invoke. I still don't know why I'm doing this. Maybe I'm supposed to be there as chaperon.
#2 Son's birthday weekend didn't quite go off as planned, but Saturday night, watching Avatar on his HUGE HD TV was special. I hadn't seen the movie, and watching it with him, and Bitsy and #3 Son and #1 Son was as good as it gets.
For all you baseball fans - the Cubs are finally starting to come to life. They're 13 and 13 now, after what was, essentially, a slow April. Soriano, Byrd, Fukudome and Theriot are on a tear, and the starting pitching remains solid. Go Cubs.
The Blackhawks took one on the chin, Saturday. They will come back, though.
It's back to work today, boys and girls. Happy Monday. Except, of course, for you work-seven-days-a-week SAHMs and all you lucky retired folks. For you guys - it's just monday. It doesn't even deserve a capital letter.