Foosball is the Devil's Game!

I have spent the majority of the last 24 hours hibernating in my bedroom. The boys have been watching football for the past 8 hours and I can not stand the sound of it much longer. Though I must admit that I torture them to death with the endless episodes of Law and Order and Forensic Files. I'm just cool like that.

I believe that Frisky, my kitty, has a sense that tells me not to do homework. Everytime I pick up a certain history book that I have to read for tuesday, he begins to gnaw on the corners, leaving little trails of teethmarks and drool on the pages. He's telling me to not do my homework, because of course, homework is over-rated.

Dusty and I went to the tennis courts at a local grade school and tried out tennis yesterday. For me it was the first time I have ever picked up a tennis racket, let alone smacked some neon green balls with one. I had a blast! Though I'm sure Dusty was getting irritated at me since all of the balls I hit overhand flew clear across to the other side of the court. My right arm muscles HURT like hell today.

Last night we had a small brewfest and I've come to the realization that my body is rejecting any form of alcohol. Every single time I've consumed beverages in the past month or so, I end up retching my guts out all morning. Apologies to the folks sleeping in the living room this morning! I did have a fun night, though.