A pretty rough afternoon.

I'm not one to say that I've had a hard life by any means, but this afternoon when I woke up from my nap, I was just out of sorts.

First, my mom hasn't updated my blog in a long time. In her defense, she has it pretty hard. Hello, she is the mother of a 15-month-old boy who will play with his cars (fairly) quietly for hours at a time. Do you think those Sudoku puzzles are going to finish themselves? She's under a lot of pressure!

I'm also sad because last night I spent my very first night away from my mom ever. Becky and I have grown pretty close, even though I prefer my dad.

I spent the night with our neighbors while mom and dad had a night out on the town. They went out to supper and then met their friends at the German bar.
I had fun at the Gielow's and slept like a rock, but why do mom and dad think they deserve to have a life outside of adoring me?

What? There was a live polka band? And they played my favorite polka: "Too Fat Polka"?

They even ate fried cheese curds after they danced to "The Happy Wander Polka." I can just see Molly B (and the Jim Busta Band) performing that song on Big Joe's Polka Show.

You can watch Molly B perform like an angel here:
http://www.bigjoepolka.com/
"Valderee, valderah,
Valderee, valderah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha,
Valderee, valderah,
Come join my happy song"