Stuck In Wonderland

I'm seriously thinking moving to Jamaica might be the best idea I've ever had. I mean, nice warm beaches, far, far, away from my stacks and stacks of paperwork. By the way Frank, expect a few owls to be sent your way with some paperwork, think of it as a perk of being married to me. But come on, doesn't it sound wonderful. I'm sure the kids would love it too, seeing as it's far away from that beast of a woman, which would be one of the main points.

So the kids are finally out of the house, leaving Frank and I alone in our house. I wonder what were going to do to pass the time...Ha, that's right, where going to change the kids rooms into personal broom closets. You know, I've always wanted a whole room for my one broom. I'm just kidding, every ones rooms will be the same mess they left it in. Hm...though the idea of a personal broom closet doesn't sound bad.

Damn, I wanted to home school my kids, but Frank said I have to send them back to school. I don't care if they're a bit messy, I miss having them home while school is in session even if it will be nice to have the house clean or at least as clean as possible with Frank around. But I feel a bit bad about leaving them in the claws hands of Umbridge, that's a fate worse than death..

I have to say, I miss being a student. I miss having the whole summer off to do whatever I liked. Now I have work and all that other shit stuff. I don't think I enjoyed my summer nearly as much as I should have. I feel like I should kick myself for wasting my summer doing useless things like summer jobs, I should have been relaxing! I think I need a vacation. Maybe to the beach.

[Private To Order Members, Excluding Frank]
Okay, so which one of you wants to be my excuse for getting out of the house for the evening? And by getting out for the evening, I mean who wants to meet me at a pub for drinks. As an incentive, I'll buy the first round. Frank keeps going out and leaving me stuck with the kids, so I'm planning on returning the favor. After all, it's only fair that I'm allowed to get out once and awhile.

( If You See Something That Looks Like A Star. And It's Shooting Up Out Of The Ground. And Your Head Is Spinning From A Loud Guitar. And You Just Can't Escape From The Sound. Don't Worry Too Much, It'll Happen To You. We Were Children Once, Playing With Toys. )