its come to this

I invited poison into my house.

all myhusband and I have done htis week is fight over channels, making snide remarks about each other's choices.

I have been invited to par-tay at wesley's pop explosion bu i let the answering machine play it out while I watched Dustin Hoffman yell through the big window in the finale of "the graduate"

the three gigantic projects comprising my final grades for this semester lay unfinished--yay, untouched--in my bookbag while I figure out how to work the DVR recorder.

but now i have to stop this blog because Karate Kid is on.