There is nothing typical about my life. From my sleep-talking husband, to my chromasomally fancy youngest son. Just about everything in my life ends up being some kind of different.
Russell drank a cup of his kava-kava tea last night... I suppose I should actually call it kava-kava-kava-kava, because he made it double strength with two teabags and then slept like a baby. I may have to steal his tea. If he keeps this up I'll have started this blog for no reason! Hey you tea! Stop messing with shit sleeping Russell says!
I wanted to go ahead and get this started even though its really lacking because I first posted it on facebook and since about every word was preceded by the f-word and yelled frantically and somewhat incoherently I censored and have since forgotten all he said.
Sleeping Russell says: "oh look at me, my shits all dry".