Blame It On Rome

No need to grab the kleenex box tonight. I've already done all the crying.
Well, not really. But I might.

The scene above is one I am really getting tired of seeing.
Except for the coffee cup and the cookies.
I will never get tired of that.

What I am tired of is Roman history.
And the empire. And all the dumb emperors.
I mean really... Constantine I. Constantine II. Constantinus. Constans.
And that's just one family of throne-hogging relatives.

I haven't washed my hair since yesterday morning and I'm in the same flannel shirt and sweats I changed into right after church. My stomach hurts from all the coffee I've consumed in the last twenty-four hours and I've had one too many cookies (okay... cake, too) for comfort food. By the time I get this degree it will take me as long to lose the weight I've gained as it will to pay off the student loans.

I'm going to blame it all on Rome.
And maybe Aristotle and Plato because I hate philosophy, too.

See, Mom? No tissues necessary this time around. I'm too tired to think deep.
But I do love you. And your grandkids are awesome. You son-in-law might need a little work, though.

Ha.

Maybe I'll be more inspired next time around.
But for now, I am done.

Right after I have one last cookie. =)