I am in a rush - mum had to put one of her/my cats to sleep today, and I am pausing here only long enough to explain why there's nothing new this morning. He was one of my "familiars", and I need to go help her bury him.
I am mum to a twelve-year-old evil genius son (of course, I may be biased) and the clever and beautiful force of nature, four-year-old Sprout. They and my four cats conspire to deprive me of sleep and sanity on a regular basis. I live in Redneck Central with my kids, cats, and Someone. I call our home "Casa de Crazy" for a reason. It could be because I'm nuttier than a Claxton fruitcake. I have a foul disposition and the manners of a troll. What's not to love?