Damn it, I'm mad

Because I went to bed at a bloody reasonable hour, only to wake up around 3 and be totally unable to go back to sleep.

It's a good thing I've got my new keyboard/Palm to figure out tomorrow; hopefully that'll keep me awake through 4.5 hours of MBPU.

::grumble::

arg

Palm & keyboard not working. Damn. So I'm writing fic-like stuff while looking studious in MBPU's class. It's like playing mental hooky.

The day is too lovely to be ruined by a non-working keyboard and MBPU :)

Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here

So this morning I went to drop the boys off at the bus stop and almost stopped dead in my tracks, it was so gorgeous out. Beautiful, sunny, clear, snow melting, 1°C (33.8°F). Everybody was smiling and happy at the bus stop. The people on the radio were happy. The guy at my parking lot was whistling as he took my money, and I almost chirped my license plate number at him, and he laughed because he knows it by heart anyway and for some reason that seemed pretty funny today.

Daniel was laughing especially hard this morning, because I was inspired to start singing as we walked. My special spring song, which always comes out on the first real day of spring, but which Daniel had never paid attention to before.

( Doing WHAT to the pigeons?! )

I swear I thought he was going to herniate something, especially at the squirrel part. It's so amazing, him having a sense of humour - a real one, not just a small child's "if you trip, that's funny," or "if you say poo that's funny". A real sense of humour based on observation and experience of social norms/language/expectations that are turned upside down or otherwise upset, by a "message whose ingenuity or verbal skill or incongruity has the power to evoke laughter" (definition courtesy of some web-dictionary).

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His sense of humour was working overtime this morning, actually. He fell down the stairs, catching himself and preventing an ass-over-teakettle tumble, but banging legs and elbows on the way down. Sat crying at the bottom of the stairs for a few minutes while Chris and I comforted him and made sure nothing was broken, then slowly started to calm down. Chris praised him on his dexterity in preventing serious injury, then said something D&D related like "that was a good saving throw - do you think there was a Trap on the stairs?"

Daniel blinked a bit, then started to smile. "Yeah! A hidden leg-grabbing trap!"

"Ooh, good one! What do you think your saving throw score was?"

And then Daniel was laughing, tears still drying on his face, but pretty much over it. Kids. They're made of rubber, physically and emotionally.

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Oh, BTW, the Spring Song - it's part of one of the only songfics I've ever not hated. An X-Files Mulder/Krychek (which I still don't get... although bear pointing out the attractiveness of two very pretty men having very angry sex against very seedy alley walls does help ;) the whole Mulder/Krychek in Wuuuv thing never made it past my squickometer. Except for this one, purely for the use of the song:

I KNOW it's songfic! Sorry!!.

from poisoning pigeons to baking pigs...

This is rather dysfunctional of me... but here goes, from my friend Sarah, who has linked to various other brain-destroying food sites (were the cake houses yours, Sarah? and the Man Food?), here's another culinary gem:

Pork Wedding Cake.

This just in:

Waistline good indicator of diabetes risk.

And in other fascinating breaking scientific news, researchers discover that The Sun Is Hot. And furthermore, Ducks Make a Quack Quack Sound.

Yes, your research dollars at work, kids.