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Are you feeling inexplicably jealous of me today? Wondering why? I think I’ve got the answer: I’m defrosting our ancient stand-up freezer! It’s really really REALLY fun!! Come on over!
Okay people. With this I’m admitting to you that I read People online (actually, I read the headlines from my personalized Google homepage, but I realize that doesn’t take much of the sting away since I chose to display the People module), but I hope you won’t begrudge me this odd one. Apparently Rolling Stones über-id kid Keith Richards was vacationing in Fiji but had to be flown to Auckland, New Zealand because he suffered a mild concussion. The cause? “Various news reports have said that Richards fell from a coconut tree, a Jet Ski or a combination of the…
So, I know each and every one of you clicks on the Breast Cancer Site each and every day, right? Right? I mean, you just go to the site, click on the pink bar on the homepage, and then go about your day. Meanwhile, every time you click, here’s what happens: Your click flies out the back of your computer, travels along your cable or phone lines across town and out onto the information superhighway. Ultimately, your click lands in the huge pile of clicks they gather each month. At the end of the month they deliver all the clicks…
Bob’s new mission in life is to teach Zoe and Lucy how to make their beds in the morning. Today the girls decided they didn’t have enough stuffed animals to sleep with, because, really, who doesn’t get a little lonely in the wee hours when you only have 3 animals in your bed? So each bed received two more animals, carefully chosen and named and tucked in tight. Then they helped Bob make our bed. Noting the absence of animals altogether, they gave each of us two nighttime friends of our own. Here’s what they chose for me: Here’s what…
Lucy: (Carrying bag of Newman’s Ginger-O’s cookies) “Mama. Can you open this for me?” Me: (It’s not even 8 am yet.) “Well, you have to ask Papa. I don’t know how much breakfast you ate.” Lucy: “I aaaaaate… THIRTY POUNDS of breakfast. Can I have one cookie?”
While wrangling some of the ubiquitous dust in our construction site kitchen tonight, I had this thought. Since our adorable President says nuke-you-lar instead of nuke-lee-ar, don’t you bet he also says swifter instead of swiffer? As in, “Laura, honey. Toss me the swifter — I got me one of those lines of dust that keeps sneakin under my dustpan here.” I’m just sayin, is all.
Happy Birthday to me and Queen Elizabeth today. She’s 80 and I’m, um, not. We intend to celebrate by going for a walk — a 40-minute stroll, wherein we will dress in a vibrant pink coat with large round buttons and a wide asymmetric collar, working the crowds as they erupt into renditions of Happy Birthday. Or, I might take Zoe and Lucy to school, paint some kitchen cabinets, go grocery shopping, pick Zoe and Lucy up from school and call it a morning. With such options it’s hard to choose, really. Either way, I’m excited to have a reason…
Just couldn’t resist this. Luckily Zoe did it about 5 times, giving me plenty of chances to really get the shot right.