It just gets better and better: Heather Mills is gone! Yay! I hate her because she's a golddigger and was mean to Paul McCartney. I hope she falls in a hole (which would probably be pretty easy for her).

In other news: Our current house is a hot mess because we are moving this weekend to our new house. A house we bought. I am now officially a grownup, having fulfilled all the Requirements of Adulthood According to Betsy:

1. Buy a new couch, not a castoff one with mysterious stains and smells.
2. Get married. (I did this twice. I got it right the second time.)
3. Have a baby. (Said baby turns 6 years old on Sunday, and we're having a birthday party at the bowling alley. My mother is here visiting and will accompany us to the bowling alley, which, trust me, is a Major Milestone. She feels about bowling the way I feel about beets. And Heather Mills.)
4. Lose a parent. (My dad, who I'm sure is cackling madly at the idea of my mother voluntarily walking into a bowling alley.)
5. Buy a house. In this case, a gorgeous townhouse with four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a huge kitchen, a massive yard and the biggest balcony I've ever seen stretching across the entire front of the house.

So, to recap: This weekend we are moving, celebrating two birthdays (Andrew's and that of my stepson Tim, who turns 17 tomorrow), and hosting not only my mother but Kip's stepfather, a nice man who is coming with his truck to help us move. Oh, and there's also my belly-dancing class on Saturday morning. But that's another post.