A Laundry List
I’m just gonna throw out a bunch of random junk since I don’t have it in me to compose a clear, cohesive post today. In fact, I had to keep popping over to an online thesaurus to find the words compose and cohesive because I couldn’t think of them on my own. Dan and Adam are both sick with colds and I’m exhausted because the baby wants 24 hour holding. The good news is that Dan has been a much better patient this time around so it looks like my post about the last time he got sick shamed him into submission. So anyway, here’s the randomness: This afternoon I spent 20 minutes looking for the hoodie I’d just taken off before finally finding it hanging in my closet. Apparently I had put it there and I was so surprised I had to make a general announcement - since when do I put things away? No offers on the house yet, onward we plod. My computer is having problems and the tech guy estimates it’ll be a two-day turnaround. This is not going to go over well with my clients. We missed the window on the Easter Peeps where they are that perfect stage of stale chewiness and have now arrived at the tooth-shattering, sugar-covered rock stage. Bummer. Somebody has scrawled “herbal scrambled eggs” all over my notes from a meeting I had last week. Dan has gone perhaps a bit overboard on the whole protect the boy from his girlie sisters and mom thing and refused to buy Adam an Easter basket. This was because by the time I got my crap together to shop for baskets (the day before Easter and after spending two hours digging through the basement before remembering we’d tossed last year’s worn-out models) the selection was very limited. I found a nice green basket that was soundly rejected because there was a liiiitle bit of pink and purple in the weave. So Adam got a big, ugly, plastic Easter bucket instead. I am still trying to decide if I need to take issue with this. Did I just take issue with this by posting it here? I am equal parts fascinated and horrified by The Real Housewives of New York City. Fascinated because I love NYC and have always wanted to live there. Horrified because, oh my goodness, could these women be any more selfish and shallow? No wonder the rest of the world hates us if they think we’re all like that. I was putting on makeup the other day and got almost all the way across my bottom lip with the liner before it registered that I was using the charcoal eyeliner, not the pink lipliner. I do not look good in goth. I hate these socks. Okay, I’m done. And you deserve a reward for making it through all that so here are some pictures from Easter at Grandma’s last week… Amy: Mia: Adam, with his Easter bucket. And look! It’s even sponsored by a licensed character. I think I died just a little bit inside. Someone had fun with the egg dye. So, the pictures of the girls? Not blurred? Since they have blog names now, I feel a little better about posting a few pictures here and there. And I just realized that Adam was wearing those same pajamas in the last set of pictures I posted of him. He really does have some other clothes, no really. And to my clients/boss people who read this blog…Ignore everything in this post. I made it all up. Life is lovely, I am totally with it, and my mental skills are 100% SHARP.
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March 31st, 2008 at 6:49 am
Glad to hear that Dan is being a better patient. Sorry to hear that your boys are sick…it could be worse…you could be under the weather too. (And everyone knows that if Mom is sick, the world might as well end!) Love the Easter pics. I gave up on baskets and have been using pink and blue ice-cream look alike buckets…and paper grass! (It is a lot easier than the cellophane grass to clean up.)