I was concerned about the texture of this stuff. I intended to get that ribbon-like floss, but got this thick yet spongy/fuzzy looking weird thing. Turns out it's OK. I works. I was afraid it would shred upon use, but the stuff is pretty sturdy.Alrighty then, enough about dental hygiene.
What else do you want to know? Oh, exciting stuff! Superman and I are going to the Spo-stravaganza weekend! I made the reservations yesterday. It's a blog buddy meet-up. I'll see some of the fine folks I've met before, and meet a bunch of new people. And everyone will get to meet Superman for the first time. I think he's only ever met one of my friends who I met through blogging.
Which means we'll be leaving the kids at home for a long weekend. That should prove interesting. (translation: I'm scared) Twitch is living at home again, so he'll be here. His 22nd birthday is a week from today. So, another "adult" to watch over the crazy ones. C and his not-boyfriend-but-wishes-he-was are also in da house. Not that they do much with or for the kidlets. They're here in case of emergency, but do not provide any kind of guidance or reminders for the kids, and these young'uns need lots of guidance. Hopefully Twitch can do some of that.
We are looking into placement options for the Diva. She needs to get out of here, both for her sake and mine. A couple of weeks ago I was ready to drop kick her out of my life, but I've backed up on that resolve somewhat. Still uncertain. We both need a healthy break from each other. After having a couple of good conversations (I think they were. God only knows what Diva thinks) this week, I feel that there may be some hope for continuing this parent/child relationship. The whole thing has me tied in knots. I just don't know.
I do know, however, that I'm going out to lunch with Superman shortly. I should get dressed, huh? Yeah, I'll go do that now.
