I felt like writing, but don’t have anything of interest to say.  At all.  You’ve been warned.

• I’m taking a 5-week class that isn’t going very well so far.  The instructor (a PhD student, mind you) didn’t even post the syllabus until the third day of class, and she’s been equally slackerish in terms of posting each reading assignment.  Not a great feature in someone who is teaching a short summer session, and it’s easy to see from the discussion boards that I’m not the only frustrated student.  She’s giving approximately 24 hours for us to read the articles and do each assignment which doesn’t work so well for those of us who, I don’t know, HAVE JOBS and KIDS and LIVES.  In short, if my GPA is tarnished because of this woman I am going to be most irritated.
• A few days ago, N wrote a lovely tribute to AE’s first daycare provider.  I bawled like a baby when I read it, just like I did the day we had to leave Nonnie behind.  A wonderful lady, and we were so lucky to have her in our lives, no matter how briefly.
• I’ve been feeling generally crappy for several days now.  It started out with full body aching, like the flu, but now I wake up every morning feeling as if I have a hangover (no) and my right ear buzzes whenever I talk or Miss T raises her voice too high.  It’s really bizarre and quite frankly I don’t have time for this shit so body, take note.  PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER.
• The kids start swimming lessons on Tuesday, and fortunately they only last for two weeks because N and I foolishly disregarded the fact that we had also paid for Miss T’s summer gymnastics lessons that are at the exact same time on Wednesdays.  Oops.
• This is really boring, I’m sorry about that.
• AE spent all of last week at my parent’s house in The Swamp, and we met them at Frazier’s on Sunday afternoon to get him back.  (Side note: and now I’m laughing because if you google Frazier’s Concrete Heaven, this post at N’s blog is the third search result.)  Anyway, within 10 minutes of getting AE home, he accidentally smashed his sister in the face with a Wii controller which resulted in a bloody nose and many many tears from almost every member of the family.
• It is really effing hot outside, a fun fact about this region of Texas that I always seem to forget during the winter.  “I’m so cold,” I’ll say, “I can’t wait until summer!”  Then early June rolls around (which is NOT SUMMER YET, by the way) and it is already 100 degrees outside and then I’m all “It’s so damn hot!  Come on December!”  Sigh.  I think I may be better suited to more temperate climates.
• Oh tiny baby Jesus in his tiny little manger, this is the worst post I have written in recent memory.  THE END.