that I didn't post last night. Ambien and Blogger is not a good combination. Entertaining and embarrassing? Yes. Coherent and rational? No.
I get to have a Girls' Weekend starting in about 4 hours. To say I am excited is an understatement. I am looking forward to good company and no responsibilities as well as warmer temps.
Last night, I overheard Spielberg ask Ellie: Was that a fart?
Her response: No! It was two.
She has been experimenting with saying no or talking back, and it's like she's two all over again. At two talking back was a lot more charming. Bleh.
I have a hard time watching my kids learn hard lessons, but I know they need to be learned.
I'm thinking that with my parenting skills, I might have a future in piloting helicopters. I'm just saying.
I want to knit myself a sweater now that it won't take eleventy billion skeins of yarn (you know, on account of how slimmer-ish I am), but it's so hard to decide.
Maybe this one?
Hmm, it will still take a heckuva ton of yarn and the way I knit - at least two lifetimes to complete it. I still like it. (But seriously, who wears white pants?)