Let me 'splain. No - there is too much. Let me sum up!

Ok - name that quote!

It's been a good week since I have posted anything of substance and I am leaving tomorrow afternoon for a weekend from hell wonderful weekend in Connecticut with ALL the in-laws.   So rather than trying to drag out the past week's events in to numerous posts, let's just go over the past week in one really big boring one...'kay?

• The school musical is now over and I have my Monday nights back.  Believe it or not, I'm going to miss thoose little Hellions.  I thought that would be the end of my choreography days, but Prince #2 informed me that it is only fair that I lead his Kindergarten group next year, since I led Prince #1's First Grade group this year.  My next nervous breakdown is roughly scheduled for January, 2009.
• CCD has ended and I have my Tuesday nights back.  But now I realize that I am going to miss my Tuesday Night Boyfriend.  I have no idea what his name is, but our children were in the same CCD class and we talked for at least 20 minutes every time while waiting for dismissal.  He was a cutie.
• The story about the "Jesus H Christ On A Popsicle Stick" in front of my priest?  Absolutely true! It was at the home of my former neighbor who now has about a gazillion dollars and is quite generous with the Church.  Amazingly, Father Mc chose to follow the money her party to show up at on Sunday.  Luckily, I have a few Jewish friends and they were also at the party so I could blame it on the one closest to me.  Of course, now I have to let her in on the best way to make a matzo-ball (she makes belly-busters and mine are light & fluffy.  I also make a better kugel than most of my Jewish friends. You really don't want me to go in why I know all of this)
• Oh - and while we are on the subject of churchy-things....I hope that there is a special circle in Hell for people who not only cut you off in the church parking lot 3 minutes before Mass, but also give you the finger!
• I am Marcia Brady.  No, I didn't get hit in the nose with a football, but I am in love with my dentist.  I'm Mrs. Mindi Dentist!  Sure - he's only 5'6".  But hey!  I'm only 5'2"!  And he shares my deep remorse over missing the recent Def Leppard concert!  I just hope Brad will understand when I go in next month for a filling-repair and the light reflecting off my bicuspid makes him fall madly in love with me!  He keeps telling me that I have Boring Teeth.  In the Dental World, I'm assuming that means "SEXY!"
• I obviously need to get laid.  Nature seems to have a different agenda this week.
• I had my best day yet at CVS.  Check it out on my cheapskate blog.  Brad has forbidden me from bringing in another tube of toothpaste, shampoo or body wash to the house.  Being the dutiful wife that I am, I told him to fuck off....I'm on a shopping high!
• I found out that my grandfather, of the peanut butter and chocolate fudge side of the family, is terminal.  He has both a heart problem and advanced colon cancer.  The blood thinners that they would need to give him to operate on his heart would cause him to bleed out because of his colon cancer.  He has been given 3 months to 3 years.
• Stuart Little was apparantly the Pied Piper of the neighborhood.  We got three more mice over the weekend, although they at least had the respectable death of getting their necks snapped, not the "stupidest Pet Tricks" death that Stuart had.  Nothing since Monday night, so I'm hoping that the invasion is over.

Nothing else...isn't that enough?