As the Wee Hobgoblinn turns

Most of my posts about my wee hob are funny, or at least tongue in cheek. I love my boy and I am usually inordinately proud of him. He is a lad of life, an imp of fame, and a blessing.

( Today, I still love my son. But he has made some very, very bad choices recently, and they came home to roost today. )

So, a miserable, draining day that could only have been made worse had death or dismemberment been involved. But I am so thankful for his godparents, and my other friends both near, and here.