Waiting for my boy...

Hey all, I am waiting for my devastatingly handsome youngest son to come and visit me. He has apparently been on a bus for the past hour but doesn't know exactly how to find me here. I haven't seen him for months now: there is no ongoing crisis happening and I am being totally boring and the old mother again.. The other son showed up for a couple of hours... he is good company and very very funny and witty. He has gone down to South Auckland to have a sleepover with friends of mine who have fostered two very naughty boys. They both wanted "uncle shorty" to stay over for the weekend but they will drive him mad. I haven't seen the foster kids: Thunder and Jessey for a month or so and when I did last see them, they asked stupid questions like :"Auntie Janet why do you have a dent in your head?" as if they didn't know the reason. I swear if my skull had been a car I would have been out with the bog and sander long ago!!!!. I have finally got some tinsel and reideer antlers on the helmet so I am looking just a bit more festive. cheers Janet