Word to your mother.

The boy has informed me that I am really lame because I have a blog where I write about myself. He thinks everything I do is lame. Unless he wants money or food or clothes or comfort. Then I can do no wrong.

Sometimes it really hurts to be a parent. Actually, the word that comes to mind (to substitute for hurts) begins with S and rhymes with ducks. At the moment I would like to run away screaming.

I got my hair cut today. Here are two photos.

Taking up space.

The boy says it's neither better nor worse. I agree. But, it will be easier to take care of & it won't be so hot.

No word from my mother yet.

Now I need to go change clothes & go do something equally lame (in his opinion) - garden. Later.