it's not like i pay them to say this stuff...

Sweet pain...is sometimes what you need
Sweet pain...it allows the blood to bleed
Sweet pain...from the moment of your birth
Sweet pain...you know it keeps you here on Earth

So today when I picked up the 8 year-olds they informed me that they'd made a list (I love lists!) of fantastic facts about Mommo. But really, it was an analysis of how Mommo compares to the baby daddy (or as I will now refer to him: the sperm donor).

Fantastic Facts About Mommo:
1. "You take us out of the house more." (What are they, dogs?)
2. "You keep track of your things."
3. "You always know how to get where we are going."
4. "UGH. The biggest one. You don't listen to talk radio." (And then came a collective groan from the backseat.)

Then when Zack got home from baseball he told me he appreciates it that I don't mind if he toots in the car. Anyway, I'm not really about comparing parents (my own, yes, but not me against the sperm donor), but it was fun to hear.

I got my federal tax refund today. Lots of zeros, so I am good to go til the next financial aid check falls out of the sky. Here's my question of the day...if tax season is from January 1st until April 15th, what the hell do accountants do the other 8 1/2 months of the year? Slackers with cushy jobs? Perhaps I have chosen the wrong career path.

Quote of the (other) day: "If I had a whole bunch of money I'd still work, and I'd start a scholarship for other nurses with big boobs." ---Shenoa