What? You mean you don't have a scale to weigh dirty laundry too?

Hubby left in the wee hours of the morning to go back to work down in Miami and the babies and I celebrated our first day back to normal with a trip to the zoo. My aunt went with us and I for one had a great time. We got to feed the giraffes again this year. I love the giraffes with their big liquid eyes, long lashes, and blue tongues licking my fingers. We actually spent $10 on lettuce today so that we could feed the mommy giraffe for about 15 minutes. Good times. Good times!

This year was the first year that I have owned a decent camera so I was enthralled with trying to capture all our favorite animals in pictures. I was using my son's camera actually because my batteries are still dead, so the results were good, but, not great. Today made me wonder just what we have been waiting for all these years to buy a camera...silly parents that we are.

My oldest son did not have the stellar day that he babies and I did though. We had an incident the first week of school with a child that lives in our neighborhood picking on him. The whole, "I'm a big eighth grader, you're just a lowly sixth grader," bit. I rooted the kid out about five minutes after my son got home, I had half the little kids in the neighborhood trailing behind me by the time I found the right house. Sadly, his father is twice the bully his son is and a total jerk. Nevertheless, I thought that we had managed to establish that our children would keep their hands and their belongings to themselves. It appears I was mistaken. Today this young man took my son's back pack and refused to return it. Honestly? I want to kick this kid's ass. Also? His father is about a foot and a half taller than I am and meaner than shit, so I'll try to restrain myself.

LB called from the clinic today in the hope that I would pick him up from school with his ankle/side/headache. He was not in luck, though I was reminded of last year's zoo trip which also included a call from the school nurse. These kids have ESP, I tell you!

Cheese pizza was on sale at Whole Foods this weekend for $5.99. My kids have a whole bunch of pizza to eat before I'm going to cook again. I heart sales on stuff that I buy anyway! Also, grilled corn on the cob, on sale for $1.50 for three ears. My freezer is bursting at the seams with corn and pizza. What? You don't eat pizza and corn together?

My birthday is this month and my husband asked me what I wanted. I told him that I wanted to send all of the dirty laundry that is threatening to overtake my home to the laundry service to be washed, folded and possibly pressed without any involvement of my own. My husband suggested that I just aim for the Hope Diamond. Seriously though, he groaned loudly and agreed to let me do that only IF my oldest son who was offered half the going rate per pound for laundry services fails to earn his new Xbox. My new dilemma is whether or not to just go ahead and buy more underwear to bridge us through to my birthday so that I get my money's worth out of my gift this year. Decisions, decisions.