The prince is all about IMing these days. Kind of late to the craze, later than his friends anyway and that didn’t bother me. But now, every waking moment is spent either IMing, thinking about IMing or telling me how cool he is because he now IM’s. His buddy list is a mile long and I’m on it. That way I can IM him when it is time to go to bed. It really would be too much for me to turn around in my chair and tell him to get off the computer. I’ll probably have to IM him to get him to do his chores soon.

God help me when the princess decides to IM.

In-laws are coming tomorrow so I supposed I ought to actually run the vacuum over the floors and address some hot spots (a la Fly Lady). I’ve had several hot spots grow to one big hot spot (a.k.a The Living Room)…yeesh.

I think tomorrow I’ll go to Target. Haven’t been in a few weeks and I’m itching for a Target run.

Doesn’t get much more exciting than this. Bother.