Another day.

Another day, another arrest at work. Seems a couple of boys wanted to smoke some grass and got busted. Ah well, culling the ranks as it were. Kids are okay for me though. Still got too many kids (142 so far), but I can handle it.
Talked to my girl Sandi, her charges are doing well. She is a foster mother of two pretty children. The oldest one, 7 months, is a sweety-pie, but cries a lot. Little Z is 21 days now, but still has the technocolor poo. Her momma was a crackhead and doesn't want her. Sandi said she might name her after me. Cool, too cool.
My children are fine, The Boy is still arrogant (someone's gonna kick his butt) Pete is having a good time at school, Re-Pete didn't get bit at school today.
The hubs is home and overdosing on Millenium, the show about paranoid weirdo's.
life is good.