Last Days of Summer

This stinks. Our last week having Mommy home. This summer has flown by way too fast. Hopefully, we'll win the lottery like we've been planning on for some time now. Stupid randomly drawn balls. That and the fact you actually have to BUY a ticket to win. Rules are for the unimaginative.

I've got an idea. They should give every tax-payer an entry in a national lottery. Your number gets drawn, you get all your past taxes refunded. Every 20 years you are guaranteed to win once. Or just give every stinkin citizen 20K when they are 18, and say, "This is your retirement fund, have at it junior." "You can invest it or spend it on beer, your choice, but you aint gettin squat at 65 from us." So many ideas, so few based in reality.

Anyway, back to my sulking. Frickin, frackin, shawshank redemption. Having to be a two-income family is for the birds. The boys love being home with their Mommy. It doesn't hurt that she's also a certified teacher. Now, don't get me wrong, we are very lucky to have the services of Grandma Mimi four days a week. Day-Care Centers are what they are, but they're not family. That really makes a difference, at least to me. Still though...waaaa..boo hoo. Woe is me or I. Whatever.

Ok, I feel better now.