500

Occasionally,, when I am frustrated by my two youngest children (and I define 'occasionally' as 99.9% of my waking hours), I force myself to review all the things they are NOT doing, such as doing/dealing drugs, engaged in promiscuity and/or petty crimes (major corruption - well, I am not going to swear to anything there).

My husband, as annoying as he can be, holds down a job, walks the greyhound, and cooks if he wants anything with a significant amount of dead animal flesh in it.

And I, instead of working long hours to pay for Botox, shuffling cards as a dealer in a casino, or completing my graduate degree in mental health at a prestigious Ivy League university (no chance in hell of that every happening, but doesn't it sound impressive?), I am posting my 500th blog entry.

Fun times when you're having flies, doesn't it?