Banditos and Bathtubs

Yes, I'm still here - north of the border. I discarded my Roman toga for the more appropriate attire of a Ranger since it should help me keep in better control of these banditos that run wild around here.

Actually, we've been busy, and I've been too lazy to discipline myself into writing something blog-worthy. I mean, who wants to hear about more snow? or how we're actually trying to clear a garden area this year? or how our house smells like a can of paint or tubs of glue or tubes of silicone since the landlord is remodeling the suite downstairs.

And there's always a gazillion other things that have to be done - like me getting Emma in for her 18mo. pictures before the end of the month, or maybe watering my parched and dying house plants while I still have a few left, clothes switches to do for the kids (one of the perks of growing, I guess) and the dreaded ironing to do since I can't keep putting it off forever. In case you haven't noticed, I don't like to iron.

Well, I need to regain control of the dinner table behind me before I get rice in my hair and then I need to ship them all off to the tub...