Itchy.

I.  AM.  ITCHY.  I don't know when I became an  itchy girl...but dammit. 

I was talking to Teenager 1 the other day and I said, "Well you could always join the army."  Her reply?  "Yeah, well, that would never work because they have itchy blankets."  Ha.  She's just like me.

I think maybe Magnum & I have come to more of an understanding?  Suddenly he seems to understand that he's a grouch...all of the time.  I'm not saying I'm not a grouch...but at least I know it and admit it.  :) 

New Girl has kinda reappeared.  I always think we are making progress...whatever that is...and then we just kinda get to a point...and poof.  I dunno. 

Isn't it crazy how some nights there are a thousand things to do...people chatting and texting and shows on that you wanna watch and laundry to wash....and other nights you just sit here...blogging about nothing?