do you hear what i hear?

Well, I don't hear a damn thing. Sort of.

A long time ago, someone said 'silence is golden' and I concur. Especially after how loud my late afternoon/early evening was. I did a lot of hollerin' at my kids and I even threatened to cancel Halloween. Oh, the horror of it all.

It was just one of those days, people.

I want to bang my head against the wall all day while I'm at work...only to come home and feel the urge to bang my head against the wall even more. It's not always like that, but holy cow I think the puberty hormones are starting to come a lil' too early in this household {and there is only room for one Miss Crankypants in this house and that - it should come as no surprise - is moi}. But, after the "I have no problem sending you to bed hungry" speech, hiding the television remote & casting my vicious {some say it's evil} stare...well...things turned out quite well.

And now...nothing...nothing at all.

It is vewwy, vewwy quiet {did you get my Elmer Fudd impersonation? ha!} in the house right now. *le sigh* Well, except for the fact that a certain puplet {*cough*Frisco*cough*} is whinging in his crate. He's a-tossin' & a-turnin'.

I suppose I need to take advantage of the peace & quiet. Especially considering that I am supposed to be baking these for tomorrow night's din-din plans with her, her, her, her, her, her & her. And, if time allows, I really, really, REALLY want to paint my fingernails this and my toes this...just 'cause.