You thought I'd been eaten by wolves, right?
Sliced to bits by three crazed squirrels?
Dragged off to the woods in the jaws of a cute but dangerous chipmunk?
Just living life.
The kids are having fun. Playing and learning to be nice people. Boy scouts, Daisy scouts, soccer players, gymnasts, fencers, trombone players, violinists, neighborhood friends and funsters. The pool is open.
Here's some reality for you. I take the FSOT tomorrow. SHUT UP! I do too. I haven't studied at all. SHUT UP! I have not. I swear. Taking it blind. The best way to learn is by taking it, right?
My husband is taking it again on Friday. SHUT UP! We stopped counting how many times this is… He also hasn't studied. We are, the pair of us, flying by the seats of our pants.
But that's ok, we have a house, a yard, connections, here. We have a life and happy kids. We have squirrels and woodpeckers and Adirondack chairs. My husband's already on that damn register twice. If we both fail, we know we already have it good.