but it’s being worked on as we speak. So here I am blogging from the phone thus lack of photos.

My mom asked me yesterday if I thought I’d ever get married as she flipped thru People which announced one break up after another. Later she told me about the guy in a Santa outfit who shot up his family and inlaws and then burned down the house before blowing his head off.

Yes mom, eternal matrimony is clearly the answer. I think I will take my chances dating girls who adore the busblog.

If I were to get married I’d want someone who either had an endless supply of computers or the ability to repair them in minutes. Can’t say I enjoy this downtime.

Even though she should be focusing on retiring my mom still flips thru the employment listings trying to figure out what jobs out there would be high paying but low stress. And something my mom would be qualified for. Because she has such an amazing green thumb I asked her “if Obama legalized weed, would you turn your basement into Grandma Jo’s Sticky Icky Farms?” She said no. I said what if you only sold to medical facilities? For Aids peeps? She said, new topic please. Who knew my mom had no compassion for the afflicted? Fascinating.