frazzled & frumpy

If my dog ever runs away, I'll know it's because when he tries to jump on our bed and fails, we laugh at him. (It really is funny.) My son volunteered to wash dishes last night. (*ahem* teenage son)  This makes me so happy I can hardly stand it. As soon as I leave the room, the Handy Man turns the TV to ESPN or some other sport-report-clip-thing. When he leaves, I turn it to news.  Or search to find an episode of The Big Bang Theory. Or Friends. All the times that I've gotten a flat tire, only once has it happened on the road. Every other time, it's been at home. I'm just lucky that way. Maverick now has styrofoam cups for my diet Coke. I feel a bit like they did this just for me. Because I'm probably their best customer. I am obsessed with Sam Smith. Ob. Sessed. I have four of his songs on my phone and I listen to them daily. It makes me feel a bit less 'out of it' and old. (This one is my favorite!)

What's up in the frazzled household? Here's the scoop- My baby turned six. 6 . Not a baby anymore, which he is quick to tell me whenever I call him 'my baby'.  (Which is what he'll always be.) We rang in the new year with my sister, her husband, my brother, his wife, and two of the cutest girls ever . They don't know me too well, but that all changed when I started feeding them broccoli from the veggie tray. We played ring-around-the-rosie and a rompin' game of hide-and-seek. Now, they love me and I'm pretty sure I'm their favorite aunt. The kids went back to school- hurray! In celebration, I went to the library and wrote like a mad-woman.  Okay, not mad. I was quite calm. And quiet. It's the library, after all. My daughter and I had a long wedding talk.  She's just waiting on the ring so they can set a date (some time in March-yikes!).  It was a good talk. Afterwards, I went to the bathroom to study my reflection.  My conclusi...