Okay, okay....

so the "It's not Whitebread" Quarterly has turned into the semi-annual post.

I just can't keep up but I guess now with my dear friends moving I'll have to get back into the habit.

It is 11:26 on Saturday night. Just chillin' out in bed, waiting it see if Aidan will wake up again. He had roasted marshmallows tonight (courtesy of Uncle) and woke up with his bottom lip stuck to his chin! I should probably have washed him before putting him to bed but he fell asleep in the truck.

Last night was the reception for the new Homewoods at which I was the emcee. I have discovered t

hat I am too left-brained, time-dependant and anal retentive to do that comfortably. I was nervous but survived. Thanks for the honour, kids!

Not sure that my stress level has decreased much though. Only once the kitchen is done (we are in the middle of a reno), Jaymee is better, and I've gotten used to the Presleys being gone will it maybe level out. Only to be replaced by something else, I'm sure.

Nevertheless, there is always a silver lining to be found.

I'm not a fan of hide and seek though.

See you in August?!