I woke up this morning and hacked through my Google Reader subscriptions with a virtual chainsaw. :villain: I went from over two hundred to thirteen. I thought I’d feel some anxiety or some post-carnage regret but…nope.
Shortly after that my mom called from Maine and she’s going to pop over for the day. :boogie:
One of the best things about my mom is that she’s not one of those TV moms. She couldn’t care less if my house is a mess, thinks my kids are awesome (and therefore doesn’t offer up any criticism of my parenting) and is perfectly content to hang out on the couch with us, yappin’ all day.
Assuming the Short Kid and Mini (who fell in love with Mom during her stay here while my husband was hospitalized) let me get anywhere near her. She’ll probably be here an hour before the Tall Kid or I even get to say hi.
So before she gets here I’m going to go try to do a little story-tinkering with the time I usually would have spent sucked in by Google Reader.