WTF Lost?

6 years of my life....wasted. Oh no, honey - I'm talking about Lost. Not about your inability to unball your socks before shoving them in to the washing machine leaving me with smelly, wet lumps-o-socks. But while we're talking about that.....I digress....

I stayed up and watched every single second of the Lost recap and finale patiently waiting for everything to tie together in a nice, neat bundle. Instead I pulled a Pat and kept screaming "What the HELL? WHAT THE HELL?" with interludes of sobbing any time Vincent would appear on screen.

Would it have been possible to address every, single question that remained on Lost? No. Would it have helped ease the pain that this frustrating, water-cooler subject matter was ending? No. SHOULD BEN HAVE BEEN HACKED MERCILESSLY TO DEATH BY THE GHOSTS OF THE OTHERS HE MURDERED? Yes please.

Oh dammit, Lost. We were the best frenemies around. Now I will have to talk to Pat on Tuesday nights. Wait - scratch that. NCIS is on. I'm OK.

In other news, Sawyer started singing a song in the tub last night. After I got over my initial shock, I said "buddy, who taught you that?" His response: "Meemaw."

The song went like this - "DIARRHEA! In the back seat of your car! DIARRHEA!"

Thanks, Mom. Remember when he used to be adorably sweet like the above? Now he sings about explosive bowel movements. Fan-damn-tastic.

MAY DAY!

It's been a busy few weeks here at Casa Jenkins. Here are some of the hightlights:

- We enjoyed a lengthy visit from Meemaw who was so excited to be around her grandbabies, she jacked up her meniscus (that's in your knee, by the way).

- Otto & Tyson celebrated the arrival of springtime by getting copious amounts of hot spots (weepy, bleeding, hairless areas on their skin) and vomiting.

- Dylan refuses to sleep through the night anymore. In the beginning, I was worried. Now, I don't give a crap if he goes to a damn rave at 2am.

- Sawyer has decided that all vegetables are "hurting my tummy" and insists on making graphic gagging noises at the dinner table. Note: I am quite sure this induces the dogs to vomit.

- Wegmans tried to tell me I would have to wait 3 days for my Percoset refill.

Do. Not. EVEN. Go. There.

- This little lady becomes more mischevious by the day. Do not let the below picture fool you.