OUT OUT OUT!

The Toad moved out.

He didn't make it out of the yard.

He moved into the other side of the duplex we live in, that my mother owns. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! His landlord. Is. My. Mother.

In preparation for his big move, I made it clear to all parties that I will not be playing the Gator's flunky on anything. He doesn't pay his rent? I DON'T CARE. He doesn't do much housework? I DON'T HEAR ABOUT IT. She's unhappy because...oh, hell, why would she be happy? NOT MY PROBLEM!

He moved out just over a month ago. It's been great! I also don't have to answer questions about what he's doing, where he is...blah blah blah.

We see him more often. He's in a better mood. He's not here STINKING UP MY HOUSE.

His room is slowly being converted into a playroom/hang out room for the Howler. We're not going crazy here--we're not even going to any great expense to have it be livable. And it doesn't matter! Who's going to complain? The 10 year old OPK who are watching a movie in there? HAH!

Toad moved out. Life is good.

Growing Up

I haven't been blogging much.

And I actually have a pretty good reason for why.

The Howler is getting older. We've now hit the beginnings of the Pre-Teen things, and, especially for girls, there are some things that she'd probably rather I didn't blog about. So I have to scale back on some of the totally out there with it all stuff I usually rant about.

She's only 10, and things officially kicked off on her birthday back in March. Pity the poor man who lives with us.