A Peck of Gold

The Shannon Report

And now, the news.

I had a brutal tension headache Friday. It began shortly after I got to work, and escalated rapidly into a teeth grinding, light hating, naseau-fest. I whimpered enough that my boss finally said, "Go home, you big baby!" So I limped home, took a lovely pill, crawled into bed, and made like Sleeping Beauty. I felt better the next day, thank goodness!

I'm all a-twitter about this upcoming weekend. I am Houston-bound with my cousin Joey, to that promised land: the Ikea store. He needs to completely furnish his new house, and I'm tagging along for moral support and my keen sense of style. Oh alright, I'm going for the meatballs, too. You know it's going to be good shopping when there's a resturaunt in the store.

The kids will roll in Sunday night, after a week of vacationing. I've missed them! The sad thing is though, they'll be facing Trisler Bootcamp when they get back. I've noticed some behavior issues with both of them the last few weeks, and Patrick and I decided we need to address it before school starts. It's nothing too bad, and it's normal stuff for their age, but it needs to be corrected. Wrenn has been willfully disobedient a few times, -- I know, GASP! It's shocking! She's always been happy to be obedient, but she's acted sulky and stubborn lately. So, hopefully with some extra attention to training, they'll both come through it okay. I really do feel a little sorry for them, though. It's going to be a rather rude awakening for the Short Ones, who've been living the good life. They probably won't like the buzz cuts either. (Hey, this IS bootcamp- I wasn't messing around)

And lastly, I would like to say, what the heck happened to July? I've never seen a month go by so fast! Did it have a party to go to or something? Are we too lame for it to stick around the normal amount of time? Sheesh! Some months, they think they're sooo much better than the rest of us.