Channeling Paula Cole...Miss Paula Cole? Where are your COWBOYS now, lady?

I apologize for my absence. Kind of. Like a good alcoholic I decided to add to my stresses by drinking more so that I would do something college-y and embarrassing in nature (and NO, I will not divulge. I've got some pride left, y'all). And, like a great alcoholic, I beat myself up over it, endlessly. Ad nauseum. Whew! Punny!

Do I think I'm an alcoholic? No, silly reader! I'm a binge drinker. I know my triggers. Unfortunately, I put myself in situations where they are HUGE. Blech. Let's move on. I don't like this Alex.

Life with teenagers can only be described as...Bueller? Bueller? Paula Cole? Anybody? We spent 5 hours on the computer today fixing a virus AFTER we told them not to download A DAMN THING. But apparently A DAMN THING in teenager means tons and tons of infected stuff! For FREE! YAY!

Being the wonderful packer that I am, all those pictures I promised are going to have to wait. I dutifully brought my camera, but no computer hooker upper thing. Cable. We'll have visual sometime around the next century.

I have associated my mild depression with the SHITASSSUCK weather that is Seattle. Desire to slit wrists? Check. Need for liquid anesthesia? Check.

Thank TRAVELOCITY that we are getting on the plane for New York tomorrow. It should be sunny there.

Except skateboarding IS a crime, Virgina. The teenagers will riot.

Next time I think moving is a good idea? Tie me down and pour milk down my throat until I gag. Then talk some sense into me.

Come one, come all. It's a SCREAM.