Pediatrician visit co-pay: $15 Prescription for Xopenex: $20 Prescription for new spacer: $20 Yelling up the stairs that it's time to suck the duck: Priceless
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Littlest pet shop of horrors
Today the children and I stayed in the house and watched a lot of television. Eventually we took a break to drive very slowly around all of the trees which had grown weary of the ice and sagged downward, laying across the road. We're so sorry, the trees seemed to say. We're just tired, and stretching out, and we'll stand up in a minute. Pardon us! There was no pardoning them, however, as the Department of Public Works was hacking them up when we returned from buying bread and milk and baby carrots. I'd wanted to take some pictures, but I guess it wasn't meant to be. I thought that nothing...
Karma, party of one. Two. No, one.
One of the things I really like about my parents is that---in spite of my having been a thoroughly obnoxious child, and probably none too winning in various stages of my adulthood, either, come to think of it---they seem to understand two very important things: 1) It is their God-given right to spoil their grandchildren, and 2) That spoiling thing goes much better all around when they check in with me first. This arrangement fills me with joy, because my children are happy, my parents are happy, I am happy (because the kids get things which I perhaps cannot afford on my own), and I never...
Mmmm. . . tainted tap water
So I've talked to a few realtors, and today I had the great big Measure Things And Sit Down And Talk About It meeting with the person who I'll probably have list the house next year. I like him. I get a friendly, honest, capable vibe off of him. And really, how many realtors can you say that about? (Now twenty people will be enraged in the comments. "I'm a realtor! My father is a realtor! We are good people!") Also: Vibe? Is that how I'm deciding these things? Well, I examined his aura and deemed him appropriate. That's true, if by aura I actually mean the various awards he's won. Bottom...
Oops!
If I sell you something on eBay, and you ignore my auction terms that state you must contact me within 2 days and pay within 5, and you ignore my repeated reminders, and you finally pay with NO explanation and NO apology but have the nerve to add "please tell me when you ship so Santa can watch for the package," I might forget to go to the post office today. I might forget on Monday, too.
I always wanted tile in there
It seems wrong, somehow, to follow up the "I cannot take it anymore and I must vent or kill someone and venting seems less problematic" post with a story about my bathroom. But it's all I've got. [Except this: Thank you. Not even so much for the comments---though some of those were incredibly kind and I do appreciate all of you pretty people---but for just reading. I had no idea until I wrote about it just how badly I needed a bit of primal scream therapy or its blog equivalent.] And now let us turn to even more important matters, like why I am afraid of wallpaper. Once upon a time, many...
Deep thoughts from an overtired mind
I stood in the kitchen this afternoon, transfixed by an empty jar of peanut butter. It was maybe 1:30 and I'd finally gotten around to making myself some lunch. So I pulled out the crunchy peanut butter and some cherry preserves (mmmm... sugary fruit) and made myself a sandwich by carefully scraping the last of the peanut butter from the jar. Then I stood there, jar in hand, while a battle raged within me. On the one hand: I am a proponent of recycling. On the other hand: Peanut butter is sticky, and the jar really needed to be WASHED rather than just rinsed, and it was already well past my...
Let’s make it a contest
Today I am obsessing over Matters Largely Unbloggable™, which leaves me precious little to offer. Not that that's ever stopped me before. Ahem. In lieu of anything even smacking of cohesion, I give you the following unrelated bits and also a chance to win a fabulous mystery prize: Thing the first: We didn't go to the movies this weekend. The children elected not to finish cleaning the playroom on Saturday, and by the time we got through church and grocery shopping and eating lunch today and I had the AUDACITY to suggest they take another crack at it, their anguished wailing made it...
If deja vu and irony had a baby
Today Otto and I were talking and he told me about a friend of his who'd just broken up with his girlfriend. They were in a long-distance relationship and we all know how much those can suck. Apparently the woman is ready to commit, and the man is... less so. But---as often happens---the man is now wracked with ambivalence, and turned to Otto for advice. I was about to crack the obvious joke about someone coming to him for relationship advice, but he beat me to it. After some kidding around, he told me he'd really had to think long and hard about what to say. His friend was struggling and...