Bruce called from Florida this afternoon. He was done torturing his eyeballs for the day reading bad AP exams, and he said it’s been raining. He also wanted to “just make sure you hadn’t thrown the twins out the window.” Ha, ha, such a kidder.

No really, it’s been fine, even with the molar teething thrown in. I’ve been going to bed early and making sure they have their Motrin when they need it and trying to stick to our old schedule. So far this has been working. The only excitement so far is Saige has taken a cue from the people at the nude beach–she’s been ripping her clothes off once or twice a day. Diaper too. So far this hasn’t happened with a poo bomb in the diaper, and I’m really hoping it stays that way. Otherwise we’ve been making Play-doh letters and having fun at the parks; everything is peachy-keen (as my pal SM would say). Though I am pretty damn worn out at the end of the day.

One week down, one to go. I need to get a shirt like Kelly’s.

I seem to have struck a nerve with my post about Laguna and my OC-hating. I’m very tired and have to get to bed, so I don’t have time to write about Orange County and my whole bitterness trip right now. (Blogging while overly-tired is almost as bad as blogging while drunk). But soon. I might as well get it over with. It’s overdue.