Throw me sumthin' Mister! Like that dog, right over that fence. . . .

Have y'all noticed that when we don't have the boys, we don't have shit to say? Corey's been working late, we've been eating out, watching our TV shows. One night we went to Target. Neither of us have any energy this week, and we're completely unapologetic about it.

This weekend, we're all geared up for a good time. There will be preparations. Items will be thrown. There will by shimmying and shaking with wild abandon. Corey and I will have to some drinks to get through it all. We will see more frightening activity than we've ever seen before.

Nope, it's not Mardi Gras. First of all, our new couch is being delivered tomorrow morning. In preparation for this, we have to clean out the old couch (you know you have hot tamales and pencils in your couch too) and wash the cover and vacuum the temporarily-vacant floor. This couch is being donated to the future Bacheloretta Pad of Cydney and Dixie Wilson. Such an event will result in a fair level of trauma and acting out, since this is the couch Lily has claimed possession of for six years. You know she does not care for change.

We keep going, because while Cydney runs off to New Orleans to enjoy some Mardi Gras debauchery, Dixie is coming to stay the whole day with her nanny, uncle and cousin Lily. A fine time will be had by all, rest assured. I myself have had serious anxiety about this meeting since Cydney said she wanted to get a dog, and here we are. I have a plan and I just went out and bought one of those baby gates. And yeah, I know a cat can jump over a baby gate, but a puppy cannot. So there.

Stay tuned. There will be photos involved.