Because it's the Wednesday after a big deadline that kept me up until 1:30 a.m., followed by some deadline decompressing while devouring Operating Instructions (oh how I adore the and clever Anne Lamott) until well after 2 in the morning. Because I think I will spend my forties imprisoned on a treadmill or impoverished from expensive cosmetic surgery to undo all the ass-flabulation happening while I spend my thirties in front of the computer. Because I seriously need a shower. And I'm lazy.
Sarah thinks I rock. Flash backward to the first boy-girl party in seventh grade Deborah Ballis invited me to. My aunt bought me a new pair of parachute pants and lent me her rhinestone bracelet for the occasion. This feels that good.
Kimberly thinks this might help inspire Lil E to pee in the potty. I think it might inspire my husband to giggle while he considers doing things I have no interest in discussing further. It gave me a good laugh in the midst of much frustration, so I'm throwing caution to the wind and ordering three. Maybe as shower gifts. Nothing says Congratulations and welcome to the world of parenting! like a place to put your boy business, or at least pretend to.
Shaq thinks the chil'rens need help getting healthy. Did you watch? I admit it -- I cheered, I shooshed, I cried, I posted about it here.
Yes yes yes, I'm going. But like I said, I'm lazy. I swear I'm registering tomorrow. And then I'm getting even snappier business cards than the ones I have now. And then I'm going shoe-shopping. Maybe not in that order.