This room is still a mess. In fact, the only difference from when these pictures were taken on Sunday are, I have her cell phone and the floor was used as her bed. I think, perhaps, a daily pictorial update will be taking place. Along with the fate of her metallic orange Samsung AT&T, a really super cool phone.
Yeah. That’s definitely a twitpic a day!!
Today she asked me so sweetly, that Princess Pigsty, if I posted pictures of her room to my blog.
And she asked me, so innocently, that Princess Pigsty, if I could perhaps not post pictures.
Being the kind, wonderful…EVIL…stepmother…I laughed. Said it was too late. And yelled at her to get busy doing her homework because she had a pile of poop to scoop up.
She shrieked.
I cast a spell that grounded her to the kitchen table, shackled to a chair, until homework was done and it was time for Hebrew School.
She shrieked louder, cursing me because the other kids were watching the DVR’d episode of Saturday Night Live that had Lady Gaga and (sigh) Princess Pigsty’s future husband, Ryan Reynolds.
But I…just cackled evil-y and…you guessed it, blogged.
Looks like it’s going to be another tough night on her bedroom floor. And another day without being able to log onto Facebook from her cellphone and computer. Because yeah, those are in MY room, being held ransom, along with the iPod Nano and a lovely little digital camera.

As for sex ed in the kindergarten. I spoke with the teacher. And I know nothing yet. She said she would address it. But I don’t want to bring up the whole sex thing with my son again. Just seems like I’d be defeating a purpose of some sort.

I’m seriously thinking of changing the name of my blog to my own name. I feel like it’s time to grow up. I think my name is pretty grown up. And the dot com is available. Will you all still love me if my blog changes to melissabrodsky dot com? It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a few months now. And I’m creeping closer and closer to…the change *cue in creepy music*

I think it’s amazing that, if you leave a comment on The Bloggess and it’s one of the first ones, it creates a HUGE spike in traffic. So, hi all you Bloggess readers. How are you today?

Twitter is the ruination of blogging. It causes more drama, suspense, action…than all reality t.v combined. It brings out the awful in people.
BUT, it also brings out the good! Sometimes.
Mostly bad though.
I’ve kind of lost my love for sitting on Twitter all day. Which is kind of good because I’ve begun folding laundry again and my dishwasher is usually emptied.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some children to cackle at as I drive them to their dreaded Hebrew School.

*very, very evil laugh*