(I'm tired of hearing my ownself rant.)

My daughter is having a campout with her MyMy (that's what she calls my mom) in mom's room. Campouts in our house are primarily movie marathons and the kids get to stay up and eat popcorn and feel very excited indeed. Mom and Emma have just finished Pirates of the Caribbean and are about to start watching Snow White. Alex's turn for a campout with MyMy will be Wednesday night since he has Thursday and Friday off this week.

My little girl is going to be five years old on Monday. She's writing her age down as a 4 and a 1 (cuz that makes five). Tomorrow I'll take the boy to Target to buy her a present.

I'm having trouble finding something that I want to read. I've long finished Anansi Boys, re-read the volumes of Ultimate Spiderman we have in the house (I love the revamp, didn't think I would, but I do), and am now half-heartedly reading a book called "Sacred Space". A sure sign of my mental wobbliness is the amusement I had over the following sentences:

"Tell me about your drawers." "I'd like you to go home and clean your drawers." "Releasing garbage from his drawers affected a corresponding release of emotional garbage in his life."

Do you have to be Southern to get the humor? Or is having my truly sad brain the only way to find the above snicker worthy?

All righty then, off to bed.

Later.