I'm boring, I know

My monthly update: Why the hell am I not blogging?

I'm swamped first of all. Mr. M and I are finally back in each other's company - YAY! We found our new place to live, NOT the place I thought it would be, but NOT the place he thought it would be either. I gave up looking as he simply wasn't following up on the places I liked. So one day two weeks ago he sent me a listing and I said "you must hate it because it's actually decent." We saw it an hour later. He arrived before I did and apparently told the woman who owns it "we have a deposit on one place and appointments at a couple of others, but as soon as she sees the 9 inch pine floors I have a feeling my options are going to be limited." I think I made it 4 ft inside the place when I told him "if you walk out of here and tell her no I will bury you on the grounds." Ha. Needless to say, he said "we'll take it." It's awesome! It's close to town yet out in the country, you can't see the house from the road, so Psycho Mom can't come spy unless she wants to be discovered, the design is awesome, granite, stainless steel, built in cubbies, awesome fucking floors, open floor plan, on a $2 million dollar estate, the landscaping is fucking fabulous, and we have a hot tub on our patio that we can't use, lmfao. Ah, well.

We spent the weekend manning a booth at a festival for the new business. We got burnt to a crisp. Mr. M has the weirdest feet ever. I have to take a picture some day. Size 13, but his pinky toe is half the size of his other toes, which could totally be used to climb trees. They are about 75% as long as my fingers, maybe more. I've been drinking vodka, can you tell?

The Princess came home today after school with her homework folder from last week. "I love Science. I love it too much. I can't pay attention during other resources." Then she handed me her graded papers and went out to ride her bike. Hmmph. I was not impressed. Amongst all of her 100's, were 3 F's. THREE FUCKING F'S. Shit. We had a little talk when she came back. Then we went over her spelling words. Then we had a talk with Dad. Who can't do shit since he doesn't get home until it's bedtime. Which means we get to have a talk with the new nanny, who is a friend of mine, and actually a substitute teacher. The Princess was upset, and knows we will be on top of her from here on out. I'm not worried except for the fact that I was the same way during high school and college, if it didn't interest me, I just didn't care. I did manage to graduate with honors, so my fingers are crossed.

The Prince, God love him, never shuts the fuck up. Ha! He's so adorable, but I find myself tuning him out more and more. Luckily he changes the subject every 2.5 seconds and never notices that I have no idea what he is talking about. Today he says "what was I saying?", "I'm not sure.", "Oh it wasn't important.", "I think it was important, oh well." LMFAO.

Psycho Mom, still psycho. Ha! (see a pattern here?) She is trying to convince Mr. M that the next conference has been rescheduled. As if he can't call the court and check. As if we don't know, BECAUSE WE'VE TRIED, you can't get a continuance unless the other party agrees. What a fucking dumb cunt. She is desperate to find out what he filed. This of course after trying to get him to say where he is working, (she's already called there and he can see her number on caller ID, she's not bright), how much he is making, etc. It's all tiring. How come only the good die young?.....