The Big Bad Wolf

Who's afraid of the Great Wolf Lodge, the Great Wolf Lodge, the Great Wolf Lodge? Well, I am because I am about the hairiest beast you've ever laid eyes on and in less than 24 hours, my family and I will be enjoying a brief stay at the renowned Great Wolf Lodge for some good old-fashioned water play. If only I could seek shelter under a red hood while I'm there. But alas, a far cry from Little Red, my limbs truly resemble those of the villainous wolf.

My appearance aside, I am really looking forward to this getaway. I booked it months ago and decided to SURPRISE the little darlings. They only know we are going away; they know not where. I am just such a FUN MOM I can't stand it.

So for now I bid you adieu with a short haiku, but will return with an account of our adventure.

Irene with hair so coarse and rough.

Like a wolf when in the buff.

Her butt makes splashes like a whale.

Not a pretty "fairy tail."

Erin Go Bra(less)

Happy St. Patrick's Day, readers. Here at our house, we don't pay much heed to the feast day of St. Patrick. We have very little Irish blood coursing through our veins. But we most certainly do have other blood coursing through our veins and out of our bodies, as was quite evident upon my rising this morning. Apparently someone had one heck of a nosebleed before bed. Looks like Freddie Krueger came a-knockin'. Sheesh. Fortunately he dripped about only on hard surfaces--no carpet! I told him 9 years old was too young for cocaine, but do they listen?

Well, I hope you all are enjoying springtime! Ha. We have a coating of snow on the lawn. My St. Patty's day run around the lake was cancelled. Likewise to baseball practice for the coke head. So looks like I'll be breaking out a jigsaw puzzle. Well, looky here. It's young Henry, ambling out after a good night's sleep. What's this? Oh, his boxers are soaked through with urine. Body fluids abound this morning. And did I mention? I have no washer and dryer.

Good day.