Still kind of off about the whole "Our War With France" thing. But, I have a small bottle of Chris' home brewed cider in me, so everything's just that much less distressing. God I'm a cheap drunk.
Forgot to mention an (at the time) terribly unamusing thing that happened yesterday with Justin, when Monique came over with Noah and Oscar. I had swept the whole bottom floor, despite some rather unpleasant nausea (oh, the joys of Premarin are many). About 10 minutes after the boys arrived I served little banana muffins as a snack. They were all quite happy about this, especially Justin, who was a liiittle wired. So wired, in fact, that he started to run at top speed around and around and around the main floor (we bought the house in part because it has a roundy-roundy path from the front hall to the living room, dining room, kitchen, back to front hall - great for tiring them out.)
Anyway, he sped around for about five minutes before I realized he was simultaneously stuffing a banana muffin in his mouth. Not only unsafe, but horribly, horribly messy. Think Cookie Monster, getting a crumb of cookie in his mouth while five pulverized cookies spray around him, and you've got the right idea. Now think of Cookie Monster doing that all around your freshly swept house. At top speed, so that centripetal force sprays the crumbs all over the floor.
I was overjoyed.
Anyway.
Supposed to go camping this weekend with Todd & Susan and their kids, but Hurricane Isabel has other plans. As does my reproductive system, which is acting up again. Happily, I see GyneGuy tomorrow and Todd & Susan & Turtle & Zany will be coming to stay with us for the weekend. It's still somewhat disappointing that we're not going camping though. We have to go camping more often next summer.
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