Let Me Catch You Up...

Did you miss me? What a silly question. Of course you did.

It's been a few months since you voyeurs have peeked into the windows of our lives. Let me catch you up. 

Nimrod went to live on a farm. Good riddance, I say. Leaves more room on the bed for me. We are still finding secret weapon caches and coded messages.  Idiot.

Shane has been diligently applying himself... to getting fatter.  It has gotten so bad that he has to prop himself up in the chair to take a bath. Otherwise he can't reach his back legs around the enormous girth of his belly. Seriously - I think we could charge admission. It's that grotesque. And I have to live with him.

The people finally found out why Charles was throwing up. It gives me infinite delight that the cause is even more embarrassing than the symptom. Turns out he was just constipated. Like, really really constipated.  Hold on, I'm laughing so hard I can't type. <.........> Ok, I'm back. Anyway - that's cleared up now, so it's only his academic regurgitation that we have to deal with. I don't know if that's better or not.

As for me, well, if I had wanted you to know what I was up to, I'd have been posting all this time. So, welcome back, and mind your own business, will you?

-Princess