Yesterday

It started with a busted lip courtesy of my daughter.

(Actually, the cut is on the inside. But my top lip got swollen. I am no match for Angelina, but I kind of like the puffy lip -- if only it didn't hurt!)

In the afternoon, I listened to my daughter talk about poop for a good 7 or 8 minutes while waiting for her to finish her business in a public bathroom. Who knew there was so much to discuss?

Later, I fished my autistic six-year-old son out of the public pool after he decided the occasion called for skinny-dipping. I looked up to see his swimsuit floating on the water's surface. And there was my boy, floating like a jelly fish -- his white tush sticking straight out of the water .

Say what ya want, but my life is NOT boring.