Currently This

I don't know what they're doing here at first. I think calling out to friends. I know what they were up to at the end, though. That goose wanted to kill me. Don't be fooled by their adorable, fluffy facades - geese have serrated beaks and are extremely territorial. I guess if I want to be friends with them I'll have to be there when they're born, then raise them with our kids and cats and bunnies and birds. In our apartment.

Not that there is all that much raising left to do here. My youngest is going to be eighteen very soon. He was only nine when I started this blog and he hadn't yet been diagnosed with Aspergers. He's earning his own money now through his school's workability program. It's not much, but it's his and is motivating him to go to school every day better than the other rewards he's earned for attendance. Nonetheless, my husband and I are seriously considering setting up a conservatorship of him, so no one can trick my beautiful, naive son into signing anything like, oh say, a military contract. Does the military take autistic kids? They don't, do they?

Right?