it is virtually impossible

to sort through old toys while the munchkin is about. toys he hasn't looked at or for for years are suddenly new and interesting. i didn't need to buy him new toys for his birthday, i could have just dug to the bottom of the toy box and wrapped old toys and he would have been just as happy. and of course he's not interested in the toys i was planning on keeping around for him (eventhough some of those he hasn't seen in just as long!). nooooo ... he's only interested in the toys that i'm trying to box and put away in the attic or give to goodwill or prep for a yard sale next year. go figure.

what a difference a year makes ...

a year ago one of my best friends hated me. her husband had told her he was thinking of leaving her for me (i had done nothing to encourage this ... wanted no part of it ... and had been all but beating him over the head asking him if he was really that stupid). last night we (her and i) took him out for his birthday - limo, dinner, strip club (and there *is* sex in the champagne room ... at least if you're female and willing ... ), and a club. if you had suggested to any of us last year that that's how we'd be spending his birthday we all would have laughed and said no way in hell. but somehow, somewhere along the line in the past year he came to his senses, she and i started talking, and we've all become friends - complete with playdates for our kids. they were over this afternoon for rj's birthday party. odd how life works some times.