Connie and I are busy making the chow.

I have all ready had my first glass of Carlo. Fine wine can be enjoyed all hours of the day- 5pm rule need not apply.

Oh the boys?

They’re in my gym, shirtless, working off the Thanksgiving dinner they haven’t eaten yet.  When I went down to check on them Cayden was running in place (pretty common for Mr. High-Energy) and Mack was standing in front of the mirror stroking what he  believes to be his first armpit hair. 

I’m not surprised nor am I concerned.  Both of my boys are convinced they are in the throes of puberty.  Two days ago they got in an argument over who needed to wear deodorant and who didn’t.  We all agreed that Mack warranted his own bottle of speed stick, but Cayden still smelled pretty good- he was extremely distraught.  To make him feel better I told him that his Fu-Manchu made up for his lack of body odor.  He’s been rubbing his upper lip ever since. 

Man I’m quick on my feet…