And so, with it being Monday I'll have you all know that I survived not one but THREE sleepovers this past week.

Can I say here, without sounding too weird, that eleven year old boys are kind of awesome? (When they aren't acting like their parents owe them uber-expensive birthday presents)

They play and they laugh themselves silly and shout out random phrases that are mildly annoying - until you hear the laughter. They make fart noises late into the night, giggling themselves right off the bed.

Also, the amount of gatorade they consume? It boggles the mind.

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I've been watching Survivor and um, just wanted to let you all know that I'm not at all happy with the the all girl alliance thing they've got going. Ugh, I can't imagine anything worse than being stuck in that type of situation with bitchy girls who think they're the shit. Poor James.

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What I haven't been watching, at least since last week? The Red Sox. Seems like I haven't missed too much.

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It kind of irks me when a mom, who lets her son watch any and ALL war movies - from Braveheart to Saving Private Ryan - kind of gives me the "ohmygosh NO" when I ask if it's okay for him to play Ghost Squad with three other boys on the Wii.
Okay then.

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Tonight is the boy's last hockey practice until August. The girl? She starts skating on Saturday. No rest for the wicked.