It’s been kind of a crazy, hectic week – the kind of week I find easiest to sum up using my good buddy The Bullet Point.  Not to mention, I just put Miss T to bed and the boys are in Houston at an Astros game and let’s face it:  my alone time is precious and rare.  I must be succinct.  No time for flowery exposition when I’m in total control of the remote!

Things that happened over the last seven days – the good, the bad, and the relatively unimportant:

• I got rear-ended by some creepy old man in a truck, who then proceeded to berate me for yielding at a yield sign.  Fortunately the damage was negligible so we didn’t exchange insurance info and I got the hell out of there.
• My parents sold their house within 10 days of it being on the market.  The buyers requested that they agree to close within 22 days.  Goodbye, childhood home.
• N procured me a wine refrigerator.  Because he is sweet (and it was free).  Never again shall I fear running out of chilled wine.
• The dog knocked Miss T down during a fit of happy, bounding glee.  Then the very next day slammed her into the wall.
• I got an unsolicited thank you from the most challenging person on earth.  (Seriously.  And I’m an expert, what with being a bit difficult myself.)  I nearly fell out of my chair, then proceeded to print the e-mail out and walk it around to almost every person in my department.  They all had the same reaction.
• AE chewed a hole in the neckline of a T-shirt.  While he was wearing it.
• One of AE’s friends came over to play.  It’s refreshing to know that there are children spacier than my own.
• I watched an entire episode of Imagination Movers before realizing that only one of my children was in the room, and she was busy putting her babies down for a nap and therefore not paying the slightest attention.  I know now that Mover Dave is allergic to wool.  How sad.  The theme song is kind of catchy, though.
• My semi-verbal 17-month-old managed to “talk” me into buying her a pair of sparkly pink shoes, a flowered sundress, new pajamas and an Elmo sippy cup at Target.  I now have new reason to fear her teenage years.

TTFN.  There’s a bottle of perfectly chilled wine calling my name.  Have a happy Saturday night!  (I plan to.)

**Edited to add:  And I finally joined Twitter.  GAH.