update

surgery went well. hooray, it's over!

good vibes, please

my AJ is having surgery tomorrow morning to correct a lazy eye. While it's a relatively simple procedure, I'm still a nervous wreck and would really appreciate any "easy surgery, quick healing" vibes/thoughts/prayers you could spare.

Oh hai.

We can haz bebe brudder or sista?

Why yes. Anticipated arrival around New Year's. Further bulletins as events warrant.

quite the way to punctuate a statement.

AJ:  "mumma, my tummy feels dizzy."

me:  "dizzy?"

AJ:  "yeah, it's dizzy.  and whirly and swirly and . . . . BARF."

barf goes all over my lap, all over her, all over the floor between us.  lovely.  after we're both cleaned up and I've cleaned the floor, 

me:  "is your tummy feeling better now?"

AJ:  "yep!  can I go jump on your bed?" 

a PSA, courtesy of your fellow shoppers

Perhaps Target is not the ideal place to conduct a loud, drawn out argument with your significant other regarding the threesome he participated in with another couple.  Especially if, in the course of the conversation, you reveal 1. the particular type of anti-crazy meds you are on and how you're in the middle of adjusting the dose and the various gastro-intestinal issues involved; 2.  your own history of threesomes with the couple in question; and 3. your desire to make either of said threesomes into a foursome.

I'm just saying.

bliss

is sitting with a purring kitty on your lap, your favourite starbucks drink next to you, the fireplace going, knitting and listening to your husband play with your girls upstairs.

I hope this Thanksgiving week finds all of you finding your bliss! 

an open letter

to the sore-loser, cowardly twatwaffles who tore down and stole our Obama/Biden sign,

1. neener neener neener, OUR GUYS WON!

and 2.  even your stupid act of vandalism can't dampen our enthusiasm, OR erase the evidence that we had a sign.  Here, the Bean shows her excitement for the change coming.

so there.