I need a secretary.

hmmmm, that would be fabulous. Someone to wander around behind me, peeling me grapes and making me coffee. And organising my life. I have been so busy lately. Things are slipping. The other day I forgot to make my bed. Man that pissed me off, cause I always make my bed. That freaking Flylady has got a lot to answer for in that respect. And those people that resemble me still keep asking for food and clean clothes and for me to drive them places, unpaid mind you, and shit. Sheesh. Really cutting into my sitting on my arse …

Boo’s homework.

New teacher. New expectations. New person to train in all things Boo. Our first hurdle. Homework. Boo has another diagnosis of Hyperlexia. Basically he could read before he could speak. And he can read any word. AND spell it. He had the kids at Too’s birthday party in shock, when at 2, he spelt Nickelodeon backwards on the wall. And he has memorised Pi to the 30th power or somesuch. And knows the periodic table. And of course every single freaking font. His IQ is off the scales. But he can’t wipe his own arse. Or hold a conversation. …