Well Aunt Flo has FINALLY gotten here, rotten fucking bitch that she is. I knew Steve was in trouble when all I had to do was look at him and all I could think of was ways to off him and hide the body. I grabbed the midol and made a mental calcualation of when I could get some alcohol in my blood stream before I had to start digging up my back yard to hide the body. I'm going over Mikey's today for an "anti super bowl" party. We are going to eat, drink (lots) and play board games. Steve offered to drive me & Babs(he won't be staying for the party, he offered to stay home with Pudd'n) so I could drink to my heart's content and not have to worry about driving. Good husband, I won't kill you yet. ;)
Pudd'n suprized both of us this morning by trying a new food! I made some buttermilk, blue berry & walnut pancakes. I also had a pot of sauce simmering on the stove and pasta boiling to make spaghetti for Pudd'n. I had one pancake on my plate while I cooked the rest, Pudd'n came up and showed an interest in the pancake. I took a bite and handed it to him. He actually ate it!! Steve and I were in utter shock. Looks like we won't have to do two days in a row of Chucky Cheese for breakfast!