We survived the one year anniversary of May setting fire to the house!!! Yay!

Not a spark in sight, but let me tell you... it was tense.

Having an autistic child is like being in a holding cell with a bipolar Ferengi and a broken translator. You just know the only thing you can count on for sure, is that they will never shut up.

 

My weigh loss continues and my husband who came home from the far east after being gone 4 weeks and only stayed home for 6 hours before taking off for Canada, said I loked "slim and trim".. well as far as he could tell. If he'd have gotten my clothes off (which he didn't) he would have either recoiled in horror or cracked up laughing at my drooping skin... oh well, guess thats a good thing that didn't happen.

Stewart is pretty stoic though, he probably would have just suddenly remembered he needed to water the chickens and dissappeared into the barn.

 

Her had other things on his plate such as discussing a breech of restraint concerning my daughter and her boyfriend. The young man, knowing his impending conversation context, bravely, but trepidatiously appeared on the doorstep shortly after we arrived from the airport complete with a last will and testament and various items to give away.

 

Stewart invited him to "go for a ride" (so they could have a private man to man talk).

Jon, having  italian family members from New Jersey, genetically interpretted this in such a fashion as to widen his eyes to the size of dinnerplates and look at me with stark fear and a plea to tell Velma that whatever happened, he would always love her. >snicker<

 

Stewart took Jon all around the county and introduced him to everyone he knows as his "potential" son-in-law.

Which should retract his genitalia all the way to his spine for at least 2 years.

 

Fun and games!