Antsy Pants

That man I share a bed with tells me I laugh a lot in my sleep now. I believe he said it sounds like I’m laughing AT something rather than WITH something.

I’ve sent the Doo Doo Monkey off to her first day of first grade and now…..I don’t know what to do with myself. I miss working. I wasn’t cut out to be a homebody. And I would make a terrible soccer mom.

I have all this energy now (so long as I stay out of the 100 degree heat) and no outlet with which to expend it. Oh….except to blog, obviously. Because that’s always a good way to spend my time.

I feel antsy in the pantsy.

Someone actually suggested I start knitting.

Oh brother.