In a few hours I am going the airport. At the airport, waiting, will be one dad who hasn't seen his kids in almost 7 months.

I get cranky with him sometimes, and then I think back to my dad. My dad saw us every two years. He rarely called and never seemed to miss us too much during the interlude. He didn't take time off from work while we were with him; his wife watched us a bit and then rest of the time, my brother and I looked after the two little ones. And with that, I am counting myself lucky here. My kids' dad misses them. He aches for them a bit. He is excited-bordering-giddy to see them.

I think he is a good deal more excited to see me than I him, but that I can handle. It's going to be an interesting 6 days.

You're not going to hear much from me until Monday night, but rest assured, everyone's fine and no one's getting knocked up.

Before I go, I want to tell you something. Some great thing. Last night a miracle occurred here at Chez Mr. Lady. Praise Jesus*! Last night, I went to sleep on a gosh darn real life BED. B. E. D. Bed. Not an air mattress, not somebodies couch, a bed. The last piece of the puzzle is in place. Me? Too ligit to quit, or something like that.

Oh! I almost forgot! My little tiny baby did a very big girl thing yesterday. She sat up all tall and pretty and still (fortunately) and got herself her very first haircut.

Note the leery, stoner little face. She wasn't quite sure about it at first...


And for a minute there I thought she was going to get mighty pissy about the whole ordeal...


But she ended up doing much better than I ever expected and seemed to dig it a bit, actually...

And now she is rocking a sweet toddler mullet and looks ridiculously cute and her face is free of hair, leaving room for boogies and ketchup and bubble gum. Just like there should be....


It's a good thing, too, 'cause I could have f$@#ing killed her over this shit...


Anyone know how to get the buttons back on an Acer laptop?

Well, kids, have a great weekend. I'll be back, soon. Your Mr. Lady loves you!

*He didn't actually have anything to do with the bed, per say, but go ahead and praise him anyway. Just in case.