Holy crap. We got out of the house!
Mark the date. On July 28, 2006, Mel and her children GOT OUT OF THE HOUSE.
And I don't mean for one of Colin's many speech/occupational therapy sessions or special classes, or for doctor's visits, or to pick up tampons at WalMart. I mean out...to....
Now don't get all excited. Hubby Dave works there. He took us in for Pizza Day.
But who gives a hoot...we got OUT! Out. Mwah-hah-hah-hah!
Not that I really needed** it or anything. I mean things are under control in the house. Really. Truly. I mean it.
(Okay, so...when can I get the fuck out AGAIN??? Foam, foam, gurgle, lather...)
**(Photo credit to: www.acm.vt.edu)