While I do have some blog worthy things to share with you ... I don't have the time to actually blog them.
Who's idea was it anyway to give my 10 year old a party with 18 of his closest friends? That person needs to get a clue. Or at the very least, a brain.
So, anyway, the other day Jake was vacuuming. Drew usually does the vacuuming because he likes it. My miniature Big Daddy. But, that particular morning Drew was at soccer practice and the main floor hadn't been vacuumed yet, and even though Jessie is hanging out at Rainbow Bridge waiting for us, I still insist on vacuuming the main floor every single day. And Jake was assigned the duty.
When he was finished, he came to me with a rather glum face. "Mom, I'm done. I stink at vacuuming. My lines aren't very straight."
I hugged him. "Practice makes perfect, my dear."
Poor kid. He inherited Big Daddy's genes.
Sigh.
He'll make some woman very happy one day.
