Andy is killing me this morning. He’s taking a break between school lessons (so I can do laundry – yeah, right). I can hear him in the kitchen making a movie with the Flip Camera he received for his birthday. I can’t quite figure out the plot, but it appears to be a low-budget flick. Instead of actually “doing” action scenes, he is stopping every few minutes and saying in a deadpan voice “Violence. Violence. Violence.” And then he goes back to his monologue. I know I should probably be worried, but it’s just too funny.
In other news, my laundry pile is officially huge – it’s up to my shoulder right now. And, I’m afraid of it so I’m hiding here by the computer. I’ve tried leaving cookies for the Laundry Fairy with no luck. I’m contemplating leaving a bottle of wine and some nice cheese out there to see if that works any better. I’ll keep you posted.