Talk about the cat fight of the century… you go, Rosie girl:
(I mean don’t actually leave—come back!)

Update: And it continues. All of the sudden I’m having this crazy flashback to 9th grade. Grow up girls ladies! (Ok, this was a total waste of my time & attention, but I’ve got time to spare today anyway.)

I’ve been refusing to post a blog about my literal anger and frustration about a certain neighboring school district that has been in the process of launching a complete hostile takeover of our own school district. Total silence here up until now. And I’m sure any bloggers living in my area have been wondering to themselves, “How can she be so QUIET when a big school merger is happening RIGHT NOW?!” (Right Kristi?) Let me tell you, it hasn’t been easy and now I’m at the point of bubbling over, hence this blog post. And bubbling can get messy.
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Good thing today isn’t one of my regular workout days, because I found a funky new rock band by the name of “The Snow Leopards” occupying my home gym this afternoon. And hey, they’re kinda good! Um… in a way. No, they’re GREAT! So due to the fact that I have absolutely no shame when it comes to my blog, I’m posting a video of their latest jig. Get that lighter back out and enjoy the sound of total platinum:

This week marks the last full week of school for the Catholic Youngsters, which means Hubs and I better get a move on and have one last lunch out on the town before our schedules get turned upside down for the summer. Not that I don’t enjoy having the kids home during the break, but I do mind not having the freedom to go out to lunch alone with Hubs. At our favorite Chinese hangout. Where macaroni and cheese is not on the menu, and NO, crab rangoon is not a main course. But I digress.

So that’s the plan for today, and my stomach is doing little flip flops just thinking about it. Hot & spicy soup, crab rangoon, and two entrees shared between us (probably almond chicken and beef w/mixed veggies) as we gaze into one another’s eyes. Or something like that… depending on how famished I’m feeling by the time our food hits the table. Hunger gets in the way of eye gazing, you know.

Back later to post our fortunes! Because the future hangs on every word.

Update: I’m back after a ‘nice’ lunch w/Hubs. Not the best food. Some other dude was tending the wok today. But the company? Total gazing time. Now on with the fortunes… err, more like ‘non-fortunes’ according to Hubs. Who writes these things anyway?

Mine: You are naturally reserved and tactful. (Yes, I’ve been told that before. Now where’s the freaking fortune?!)
Hubs: The superior man is modest in his speech, but he exceeds in his actions. (Hey, that’s almost a repeat of mine! And the fortune please??)