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Holiday bittersweetness. Last lunch ever at Hungry Hobo? |
Almost bought Ellie the cute little size-12 brown Mary Janes with 1 1/2" heels until I remembered SHE IS FOUR. |
"Make a donation of $25 and get an official Obama winter hat" is kind of ridiculous, isn't it? |
Stop screaming like you're being eaten by a rabid wildebeest, when really you're just overtired. Yeesh. |
Driving around town correcting the web address of our church, which has been wrong on our Advent Fair signs for THREE YEARS GAAAAH! |
I would punch Microsoft in the face, if it had a face. |
Ellie: Mommy? I need you to find me the red book, with the letters. Remember? With the Rs in it? (Ed. note: She means the dictionary.) |
Um, really? My last post was "about 1 month ago"? And it was about nose-picking? Clearly I am seven layers of cool. |
Trying to decide which unpleasant project to tackle first . . . so far "picking own nose" is winning. |
Clearly not keeping up with Twitter. Also, clearly over-Facebooked, since I keep coming up with things to write starting, "Emily is ... |
I have now read I LOVE TRUCKS seventeen times in a row, and STILL he begs for more. Kill me . . . |
I'm very very busy and I've got a lot to do, but I haven't got a minute to explain it all to you. |
NEPHEW!!! |
waitingwaitingwaitingwaiting impatiently for call from sister/hospital/brother-in-law about NEW NIECE OR NEPHEW gaaaaaaaah |
Wishing I could have a day more focused on manuscripts than contracts. Also, that I could type "manuscripts" correctly, consistently. |
listening to the Munchkin sing "If I Were a Bell." Sort of. |
When you're grown-up enough to take off your own diaper, you are grown-up enough to USE THE DAMN POTTY, kid. |
Listening to The Boy NOT NAPPING. |
Proofreading, really. |
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