Every Friday morning, I meet a group of moms for breakfast.  All of our boys have autism and it’s an unofficial support group.  I can only imagine what the people at nearby tables must think of us.  Sometimes we reinact our boys’ stims or talk about poop…in great detail.  Many of our boys have digestive issues which leads to some very interesting #2 conversation.  The idea has been brought up by Jennifer that we should write a book with some of the crazy stories we have.  I wouldn’t even know where to start.  I think that this and this would have to make it in there somewhere.  You know, with the recession, we really could use the extra money.

Also, I want to give a shout out to all my FB girls.  I love you all!

I just had to use the term “shout out” because in the past couple of days I’ve heard a number of people that were over 50 using that term and it sounded ridiculously funny to me.

Unfortunately the 80’s party is the only picture that I could find most of us in.  Hey girls, how bout next time we’re all together, we take a normal picture?  Mmmkay?  Thanks.