Diamonds are a girl's best friend

I am busy.

I hope you read that wrong. I want you to think I wrote "I am busty" which would be laugh-out-loud funny since my chest resembles that of a 12-year old boy -- or Madan. He once told me his chest was bigger than mine. Kids are so cruel. His punishment? (Yes, I'm petty.) Madan has to save up his allowance to buy me a boob job -- or a lift -- since his Daddy won't do it. No idea why. I once tried to petition Mike via Facebook. I think I got close to 30 "signatures," but then gave up when he said, "Maybe you should get a job and buy your own boob job." (Can I get a wha-whaat? What dude doesn't want his wife to sport some double Ds? Sigh. Only mine.)

But, that's not why I'm writing. I am busy. So busy, in fact, that I must blog about it. I'm WAHMing for GreatSchools, jamming on Playdate Fights Hunger and cramming neighborhood block party obligations wherever room remains. Sleep is getting scarcer and I don't think Mac makes enough under-eye concealer to help me through. Well, at least I'm not bored, right?

Today I did what any responsible, time-pressed person would do. I ditched all my duties and drank frosty brews at a baseball game. I didn't check the Blackberry. I didn't think about the to-do list. Hell, I didn't even make lunch. The hot dog hawker helped our family make a great meal. Our seats were a few rows up from Home plate. It was friggin' fantastic. I tried to get Kaila to goose Slider, but she wasn't having it. So, I got this shot instead.


Cuz D and Madan with Slider

Thanks for the tix, "Zipper J."
Just what I needed!