It appears Sandy has been carrying the rest of the Squad around here for the past couple of days so time to pony up, gals. And don't tell me you don't have anything to say. Excerpts from your local phone book will outshine what is going to follow so get busy.
Today was the start of a new Early Childhood Family Education class for The Governor (my almost 3-year old) and me. Most of the kids are repeats from last session, but there was one new boy. His first interaction with the group was to walk over to where I was playing catch with The Gov and grab our ball and throw it in my face.
Foolish mistake, kid. When the MAWB Squad takes over, guess who's first in line for the job of filtering dead bodies out of Central Headquarter's moat? Don't forget 'wet suit' when writing to Santa this year.
Of course, he may have some stiff competition from Sisyphus, unless Sisyphus finally acknowledges how truly evil I am.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm late for an appointment. I promised The Governor we could don our rainboots and head off to create havoc in the mud and slush.