it's january which means blah

I don't even know what to tell you about my boringness of late.  It's January.  I've got the January blahs.  Don't we all?  At least those of us whose yards are frozen under a foot or two of snow and whose faces are a pasty shade of blah?  I mean, BLAH.  So I don't have much to blog about, except BLAH.  I only blogged that last post because my cousin (hiiiiii, Michelle!) was like "yo, blog!" and I was like "blah!  Fine I will!"

So, you know, it's cold.  And snowy.  Those are the days I like though, the snowy ones.  The ones that suck are the ones that are all "oh, hey, look at me, I'm sunshiney!" and then you go outside and your face freezes off in 2.2 frigid seconds.  Just be REAL, weather.  So due to the snow and the face freezing frigidness, more days than not these past few weeks, the kids stay in their jammies and we forgo the whole "leaving the house" thing.  (I do NOT stay in my jammies.  I change from my jammie black leggings to my "dressed" black leggings.  Fine line, but big diff.)  And as per usual, we've had minor maladies here and there.  Had you seen me at Walgreens on Sunday morning, you'd have seen laxatives in my one hand and diarrhea meds in the other.  (And Boogie Wipes and vitamins and Marie Claire under my arm because HELLO I need some distraction from the pooping.  And the non-pooping.  And the whining about the non-pooping.)  It's just been that kind of week(s), you know?  Blahville.

And speaking of blah, this presidential address.  BLAH BLAH BLAH.  How glad are we that MTV doesn't play the State of the Union?  Thank you, MTV, for priorities.  And Teen Mom 2.  I can't wait to see Jenelle bond with her roomie!

Don't get me wrong, people, I'm not complaining.  All is well.  The kids are healthy in all the ways that matter, the roof is over our head andsuch, the cats all sleep on one bed from time to time without biting each other.  I'd take blah over "ZOMGDRAMAZ!" any old day, you know?  And there was a break in the blah in the form of a plethora of good news in my inbox today.  Those whose news it was know who you are .... thanks for sharing.  And YAYSKIS all around!

ps: Vivian still thinks that thing is a princess castle.  She runs up to her "princess castle" at nap time and is like "in dah  castle!  Wip me in!"  Wip = zip.  Okay, kid, if you insist!  And her sleep?  Back to Vivi normal, which is real kid awesome.  Thank.  You.  GOD.  And also Megan (friend Megan not sister Megan) for being the voice of reason on the matter.  THANK YOU MEGAN.