Last night, the kidlet decided he wanted to go spend the night with his grandparents.  He called them and asked if he could spend the night again (he spent Monday night there) and my parents said of course.  So, he packed his bag, got a bath and I took him over.  On the ride there, he comes out with “Mom, when am I gonna hit puberty?”  GONK!  He took me by surprise and I almost sideswiped a Lincoln.  Seriously. 

I stifled my giggles and asked him why he wanted to know and he said he just wondered when he was gonna get armpit hairs!  LMFAO!  OMG, the conversations we have.  He effing cracks me up. 

I am covered in mosquito bites today.  Last night prior to the puberty convo, the kidlet and I were working in our back yard cutting down this incredibly invasive and overgrown vine.  Well, I was working he was mostly just watching.  Anyway, there were a buttload of mosquitoes and I got all kinds of bit up.  Ick.  I also look like I’ve been beaten.  I have bruises I didn’t have yesterday.  I also have a cut on my knee that I got weedwhacking.  I should’ve put on long pants to do it and didn’t and a rock or something sharp got flung into my knee…owie.  That’ll learn me (probably not).

Time for me to get crackalackin’