I bought trees! I nailed two of my three Big Winter Projects. I did not, in fact, flyer the stairwell. But I did go through all of my recipes, categorize all of my cds, and plan out the landscaping and garden for this spring. Go on with my bad self, I will.

Work is meh...I've been told my speediness and focus is going downhill, like the resulting performance anxiety is going to IMPROVE MATTERS...but I can't be Tech II yet. And I've been under this fucking MAGNIFYING GLASS ever since I asked about it, months back--and that's when things started to go south. I'm like, fuck it, I don't want the massive headache and constant dread of FAIL...for $0.60 more an hour...honestly, what the fuck is that all about? Ugh, forget it.

The boys are doing well. Tony is now wearing a size 9 shoe. As in, two sizes behind Nick. As in, only through the miracle (HAH!) of procreation can you produce something that will one day tower over you. And he also has friends who recognize him in public. This thrills me to no end. Tony is finally catching up in social situations. I really thought his teen years were going to be a nightmare.

Dominic just asked me, "What's the whole point of Easter, anyway?"

"Candy", I replied, still typing. Good enough for him, as he just wandered off again. I have one-word parenting down to a SCIENCE, people.

I rented seasons 3,4, and 5 of Six Feet Under. Nick is volunteering at Bowl For Kids Sake. I am free to pursue my drooling crushes on Nate Fisher, David Fisher and his hot boyfriend Keith.

And...scene.