This photo was taken with my little point and shoot. I snapped a couple before running upstairs to get my longest lens, and he flew off before I could get the darned thing on the camera. Fine, be that way, Mr. “I’m really pretty and you aren’t”.
Can someone remind me about this when I’m complaining about the heat this summer? Thanks
I seem to recall seeing something on television (No! Really?) where a bully would wet his finger or thumb with saliva and then rub the thumb on the glasses of the nearest glasses-wearing nerd. Such fun for the nerd! Bully spit at close view!
Today my right contact lens feels like someone did the same thing. Is it possible to have a finger print on a contact lens? I need to go check it out before my 10am meeting, because I don’t want to spend two ours with a Popeye-like squint on my face. Sure, maybe if I had a pipe and a can of spinach, but not without my props, thanks.
Okay, not me, Junior. Although he seems to be doing better today than yesterday. But he can’t go back to school tomorrow because he had a fever today. He’s actually upset that he can’t go to school, not because of his burning love of school work and math lessons, but because he misses his friends. And apparently at aftercare he was supposed to join a club somehow related to Tech Decks (those little tiny skateboards). I don’t have all the details on that one, but I’m sure I’ll hear all about it eventually.
I am about done with the children’s programming. He had no interest in doing anything but crashing on the couch. I made him watch the Food Network for a while thinking that it might help him take a nap but he actually got more animated and chatty about Rachel Ray’s cooking show than he did about any cartoon. (We came to an agreement that no way no how would we want to eat the “hot dog salad” she made today. Gah.)
So wish us luck. I have to have my mom watch him tomorrow and I didn’t want to do that but maybe he’s getting past the contagious stage. Mr. Dump and I are convinced we won’t be able to avoid getting what he has, based on the past three days. Yay.
Uh oh, I had one of those vacation dreams again. Usually it’s a dream about being at a place that is sort of supposed to be WDW according to the dream but really is nothing like WDW. And that’s okay because then I can tell people that I DO go on vacations to places other than WDW and the Cape. I go to wherever this place in my dreams is (I have for quite some time dreamt about the same basic place, although some details change).
I wish that would refresh me mentally the way a real vacation would, because I don’t see a vacation looming on the horizon.
Unless one of you wants to loan me your timeshare. My preferences are
- someplace warm
- someplace fun
- I won’t have to sleep on the couch because you just asked your mom if I could crash at their house in Tempe Arizona for a few days.
A million years ago (11) I had a literary zine called Block Lines. I gave it up when I got pregnant because I just didn’t have the time or energy.
I still don’t bit Phsntom the wonder dog has a little poetry in his soul. he has asked me to distribute his words to the masses.
I have to pee
I am free!
it is cold and white and it sticks to my legs in little balls