SCARRED

We are billeted at the Holiday Inn (French Quarter) in Perrysburg, Ohio for the whole weekend. The entire hotel was reserved just for the Cleveland Recruiting Battalion. It's kinda cool. People are still partying outside. Loud music. Drunk soldiers and wives. The kids and I chose to stay in the room and watch some TV. Hubby is playing poker with some of his guys. I'm glad I have Alexis' laptop with me.

Want to hear something funny? Steven has a scratch on his right hand. It's a teenie-weenie scratch but he's insisting on putting a band-aid on it. OK, where in the heck am I going to find a band-aid? I told him we don't have any band-aid here, and that made him fuss more. I kissed the boo-boo but that didn't help either. But since my middle name is McGyver, hehe, I found a solution to his problem. Panty liner! BWAHAHAHAHA. Poor thing, he doesn't know any better. He has a panty liner wrapped around his boo-boo right now. BWAHAHAHAHA. Oh my, he's going to be scarred for life!