And, yes, no more about the @$#^&# panties. (It p*sses me off even more that she actually got to me with such a shallow ploy.)
<Update>
I had a great afternoon, yesterday, with my two S's at UNC where they we having the local Legopalooza event -- for Lego fans (plastic building brick toys, folks, not the brand of frozen waffles.) S7, as I've mentioned, is a real fanatic. And I recently joined the Yahoo group for NCLUG (North Carolina Lego Users Group) that held the event this weekend.
We also went last year to Legopalooza -- it was a bit different for us this year in that W was not with us. The boys didn't seem to notice though, although S7 also remembered that we also saw the "Magic Tree House" show in the Planetarium that day as well. My, how things change in such a short time.
Friday, W had also given me (aside from the afore-mentioned unmentionable) copies of her W2 and of her most recent paycheck stub. I think, given the actual numbers now, she's going to be amazed at the fact that the state formula for child support suggests my child support payment to her should be slightly less than half of what she originally expected me to pay. For that one reason alone (and there are several), I am soooooo very glad I never signed any of her Separation Agreements she tried to coerce me into signing.
Right now S3 is taking a much needed afternoon nap, and S7 is engrossed into -- you guessed it -- building Legos. I had managed to get him to write a nice page of five sentences this morning before church. It is apparently going to be a trying ordeal to get him to perform this particular task each time, but I hope with practice he will get more accustomed to it. Building a new Lego set is his reward for completing his work, even though he's currently tracked-out of school for now -- he's as happy as a lark now.
