Wishing for a big foot

First, I could do a daily blog filled with nothing but ranting about bad drivers between my house and kidlet's school. Dear Dick in the black Acura, it is actually THE LAW to stop for pedestrians in the crosswalk, not GO AROUND the driver (me) patiently waiting for the dude walking his dog... Man, somedays I just want a BIG FOOT to come down from the sky and stomp everyone who's so frakking entitled to their morning soy latte that they can't wait to get lucky someone didn't get hurt.

We had two days off for parent-teacher conference days ("off" being a relative term, meaning "on" for me), and yesterday was our conference. Other than a propensity for not listening to instructions and being uncoordinated, he's academically ahead, makes good friends, makes his wishes known, and independent. So yay, for having an angel. We went out to CPK to celebrate his good report card with his grandparents, and he had parmesan with pasta on top. (I wish I was kidding more - he likes cheese)

( LOST: Whatever Happened, Happened )

Every year I swear I will do taxes in Feb. And every year I wait til April, for no particularly good reason except laziness and general dislike. *sigh*

Supernatural 418

BRB.

NEED OXYGEN.

( The monster at the end of this book )

oh, I feel like I should do some kind of smart compare-contrast with Wormhole X-Treme or Heroes, but I CAN'T THINK.