Wow. That scab is really, really gross. I'm sorry, kids. I really didn't know about it until late last night when we were cat-sitting at the inlaws and had no way of getting online. That husband of mine sure is classy. I know a few of you were getting that picture printed so you could make it part of your sparkling dinner conversation. Well, don't you worry. It's old Wendy to the rescue. I'll make it my duty to blog way more just to get that horribly revolting picture at the bottom of the screen.

I know it's been a while since I blogged. The last week of the month is super busy at my work, but that's all over now. It was especially difficult since the most busy time of the month was my first week of non-training, so every night when I got home I would fall asleep early, barely talking to my own husband. It'll be better next month, though. I hope so anyway. :)

We watched The Shawshank Redemption last night. I hadn't seen it in a while, and it's such a good movie. However, I watched almost the entire movie and fell asleep right before the part where it shows you all the things he'd done so meticulously and how he got away. That's right. I sat through all the sad stuff, all his trials and misery, and fell asleep with that. Bleh.