Saturday morning

Damn. What a story to wake up to when a 13-year-old boy is convicted of raping an old lady. That shit is just scary. What kind of kid would do this? I was getting in trouble for beating up little boys when I was 13. That was about as bad as I could be. I think I anonymously left a bottle of Prell or some other shampoo whose slogan was to "get the greasies out" in a girl's locker because she intentionally slicked her hair down and it always looked greasy. She was not a very nice person. However, I still felt bad for doing that.

Anyway.

It is a Saturday morning and I'm tired beyond belief. I cleaned like a madwoman yesterday and we decorated our tree FINALLY. We had some friends coming over for dinner and the house had been a wreck. The house looks great, but I'm considering getting a St. Bernard to help retrieve anyone who tries to venture into our walk-in closet. Army of Dad told me to employ the avalanche recovery team if he didn't return from his trek to get a clean shirt last night. We had fun and stayed up laughing way too late.

I'm off to take the boys to get haircuts and donuts, after that, me and the kids are going to meet my mom in Fort Worth to go to the Fort Worth Museum of Science and History. She got me a family membership for Christmas this year. The kids are excited because we're going to go see Santa vs. the Snowman at the Omni musuem. Tonight is a date night as we get to go eat at a relatively new little chi-chi restaurant downtown. Our soccer team gave us a $50 gift card to the place, so we'll go check it out and then go see a movie tonight. I think Team America World Police as well as the Sky Captain and whatever it is movies are playing at the local $2 show. Should be nice. Tomorrow, I'm going to fix my Christmas cards while I watch football. Sounds like a great weekend as I count down to surgery and being on crutches.