While I was happily making dinner, the babies climbed the barrier between the houseplants and themselves, dug three of them out and had a dirt flinging contest.

I just applied for a job teaching for the Princeton Review. Like an idiot, I took the qualifying test for the whole damn GRE, instead of the one for verbal only. And I suck at math.

I thought I could take multiples tests, dammit.

Sob.

Of course, it's sauce from a jar and the greens are bagged, but I don't really care

I use sauce from a jar and frozen veggies all the time. Convenience!

I made teppy's crab/cheese/spinach quiche and DH loved it. He said, "it's not quite scrambled eggs, it's not quite pie. I like both!"

I wonder who's idea it was to give the baby blueberries and raspberries? I kept trying to decide how I was going to tell DH I stained the baby purple. Thankfully, it all came off in the bath.

I am going to be in NO fit shape to come in. Not enough ThermaCare patches & Midol in the world,

{{{Jilli}}}

I took the qualifying test for the whole damn GRE, instead of the one for verbal only. And I suck at math.

{{{Erin}}} Will the Princeton Review care about your math score, since apparently you didn't need to take the math version anyway? I hope it works out for you.

Deena, sorry about the dirt. If it makes you feel less alone, yesterday my new powder-blue suade slippers got ruined when I dropped a full 28 oz. mug full of hot chocolate. The mug, for some reason, landed in the trash can. The hot chocolate did not. I did this. No help from the cats. No need to borrow some kids to blame. Me.

ION I have bought purple fabric paint and the newly chocolate-stained new powder-blue suade slippers are going to become purple.

Oh no, Deena!

Cindy, insent to gmail.

Will the Princeton Review care about your math score, since apparently you didn't need to take the math version anyway? I hope it works out for you.

I dunno. I'm hoping they look at my resume, my GRE verbal scores (97%, baybee) and they fact that I didn't miss any of the word questions. Hopefully.

I'm also waiting for my boss to swing by my desk so I can ask her if I can take work with me so I can work from home tomorrow, because I am going to be in NO fit shape to come in. Not enough ThermaCare patches & Midol in the world, I tell you.

Not enough chocolate, either, I take it? Ugh, so sorry.

Traffic when you have a kid squishing your bladder turns out to be a Bad Thing. Yes, I am perhaps stating the obvious. Ultrasound indicates still a girl.

I still want chocolate cake, but I have added to that a desire for a nap.

Cashmere, the first time we gave Aidan blueberries, the next day his diaper was full of some really nasty green stuff. I panicked...until I remembered the blueberries.

Dinner has been consumed and Greg is scrubbing the dirt off the babies since I just washed hands and faces so they could eat, then they're going to bed.

Ultrasound indicates still a girl.

No matter what the gender, the baby will always be Princess TickyBox to me.

I still want chocolate cake, but I have added to that a desire for a nap.

If I thought I would actually fall asleep, a nap would sound great. Chocolate cake always sounds good.