Experiment with Miso

So the jury is in. Ramen noodles and Miso do not go together, at least not in the same bowl of goodness. Another lesson: Two packets of Ramen is just too much mister.

The boys are back. I liked them being gone as I could roll around the house naked as a jay bird and have sex whenever I deemed the need although it was commonly on my own. I also had the undivided attention of the Diva and she wasn't as stressed. Who knew that having two boys running around the house and making incredible demands on your time could be stressful?

BUT

I do love having them back. I hope with a complete school year this time around that we can truly slip back into a rhythm. A rhythm that will not be interupted by their short visit with Pudgy. I am giving serious thought to coaching football for Mini-Mouse. I am guessing that I will have brother JEB talked into LSU by the end of the year or at least next summer.

All things seem to be coming into place with Diva and I think she is reaping some vindication from her other job. Also got herself an earfull about my ex and her teaching ability. We all had the chance to look at a pic of her ex's future ex. A dark caramel panamian lass with a less than adorable grill but flat ish stomach.

The ramen/miso sex in a cup is growing on me. Good thing I am working out tonight. I need to release all this bouncy knee energy.

Peace Out,