I'm starting to hate Friday nights. Master usually plays poker, so he is off doing his thing and I'm left to do whatever I want, *sigh*. So here I am, blogging about wishing he wasn't playing poker, which is really unfair of me because he enjoys it.
Master has been watching a lot of basketball. I don't care for it, but he really enjoys March Madness--brackets and nonsense. I try to like it. All I see is men running around bouncing a ball. Master sees plays, strategies, stats, and all that. It's his thing. The man remembers games that aired when he was eight--no joke. I can't even remember my teachers name when I was eight, much less a 5 second play in some sporting event! The truth, I think I might be a little jealous because I want the attention that is going to the games.
Being a mom is interesting. I think if I hear Dora sing, "we did it!" one more time I'm going to burn the damn DVD with a torch. Those of you that don't know what I'm talking about...I kind of dislike you right now.
I guess it is late enough that I can go to bed now.