I think i'm nuts .....

My 100th post!!! A blogging centenararian!

My sister Rex asked me this morning why I haven't updated - I said because i have been LOSING MY MIND, and I had to wait to catch a wave back into the shore of rationality. Mr TC is impatiently waiting for me in the next room; we are about to go away for a friends 40th birthday weekend at a beach house down the south coast.

So, I'm sorry this is so quick - but I'm here, I'm alive, Monkey is fine. (Though had a bit of a freakout last week, more about that later). My stepson is NOT moving back in to our house this week; I am not leaving my husband; and I will not be smoking 300 cigarettes/drinking 5 bottles of scotch/shooting up cocaine anytime soon. Seriously - I don't even LIKE scotch.

I leave you with the story of how, one early morning recently, I felt Monkey kicking. Sitting next to Tiger on the couch, I grabbed his hand so he could feel it. He said he did, but pulled his hand away quickly. Later that night we were all out to dinner, and I proudly said that Tiger was the first person to feel the baby move. Well, umm - apparently I badly needed a bikini wax, for Tiger pipes up with "Yeah, and I felt mummys balls."

I don't know what's worse - poor Tiger being scarred from touching my pubic hair, or him thinking that I have testicles.