What's Up, Buttercup?

Honestly, not a hell of a lot.

Which is good. 

I like it that way.

Fall seems to have come to New England, and my blog.  Until I can come up with a new stamp that strikes my fancy, y'all are stuck with the fall foliage.  Seems that Fall has also come fast and fierce to my yard, which now looks much like a vacant house.  The yard's a mess, and the front Maple has left it's leaves everywhere.  I was actually thrilled by the sight of falling leaves, as I have a project I've been saving since last year that involves acorns.  My hopes were dashed however, as the back Oak's holding onto it's nuts for dear life.

*sigh*

A party seems to have been brewing in my belly all week.  By Friday, someone had clearly called the cops and had the patty wagon sent out.  As all the occupants of my stomach decided to beat a hasty exit, my weekend was off to a fantastic start.  The enormous excitement resulted in my going to bed at 8:32 PM, exactly two minutes after the boys.  I don't even remember Tony coming to bed.

Saturday wasn't much better, and after working a full shift, I came home to a full house of couch potatoes.  Being the party animal I am, I was in bed by 9:30.  I woke a few times, vaguely to respond to one son's face over my bed, and again when Tony came in.  I have never been a great sleeper, and often wake several times for general thoughts that run through my head, or a snoring fit turned to choking. 

Come morning I couldn't tell you why Oldest was sleeping on the couch, why Bonus Brother's door was left open all night, or why I could remember that at one point in the night, I thought it would be a good idea to have our family Christmas cards done today. But I did.

What was I thinking?

Four boys. 

Coordinated outfits. 

Sears.

Lord help us all.

After a half hour, we finally emerged with one really good picture of all of us.

Well, one really good picture of four of us.

My hair has had better days,

as I had ripped most of it out.