It's What Day Again?

Holy cats, I feel like it's Wednesday and it's only Monday. Time is sprinting away from me! No fair!

Here I haven't even had time to post about my crazy fabulous sister turning a year older this weekend and, hence, a year wiser than me...

I haven't had a chance to talk about how skiing in a blizzard is just what makes Mini-Husband the happiest boy on the block...

How the tribe has started waking at 6:30am and yet I still find myself having to yell the house down because we're going to be late for school...

I haven't talk about how Hubster and I are on the verge of buying yet another bateau de route...

I haven't talked about the lovely boo-boo on Typhon's elbow that scared the crap outta me and made the vet laugh...

I haven't talked about how I'm failing CE1...

And I haven't even told you all about just how much fun it is to have a child throw a trantrum in two languages at the base of a ski area... (Bonus points if you figure out which one. Child that is.)

Deep breath, Dig. I promise I'll try and write something witty and wonderful tomorrow. Right after I get that coffee drip hooked up and working...