I'm not sure how that's possible.

How about the canabalizing of a newborn?

I kid you not. I can't take any more tonight. The rest of this will have to wait till morning when I can take it a little better. I'm too tired now.

The hell are you reading?

Oh, Anne, I hate it when that happens. I'm glad your keys were liberated so quickly.

Amy, I'm betting Tucker's happily racing circles around my Nanishka. She's an old hand at that heaven thing.

Kara is in bed and so is Aidan. The television, with DVR, etc., has been moved to a different spot in the living room. That won't protect it from being spit upon, but I had it right by the heat register and that's also a no-no according to the website. Wish the guy who put it in had mentioned that.

Cashmere, that looks like a very helpful tool. Aidan is ALWAYS changing the channels on the box. It drives Kara crazy when she's watching Backyardigans and he suddenly switches it to C-Span. She spit into the ventilation holes on the top of it, though, so if you can find something that will cover those and yet still let it breathe that would be good.

So, she lives. I have put off quitting the muscle relaxers for another night, and all is well(ish) in Casa Deena. We'll be plugging the DVR back in tomorrow morning...hopefully before Greg leaves so he can protect her if it doesn't work.

The hell are you reading?

The Hawk's Done Gone [link] It's for my "Mountain Tales" class.

vw, I remember listening to some bluegrass music with my dad once and saying, "Dad, why are all of these lyrics so depressing?" He just said, "It's a hard life and that's what they sing about." He would know.

Are you going to watch Rory Kennedy's documentary "American Hollow" for the class? It's fantastic.

Deena, short of duct-taping the girl's mouth, I got nothing. *g* Sorry.

Boy's in bed, laundry's sorted and I'm heading bedward myself. My feet are FREEZING down here.

Veronica Mars is getting better. It didn't suck before, but tonight's ep rocked.

Plus? t spoiler Allyson Hannigan has been cast to play Logan's older sister soon.

They need to come up with playpens for 3 to 5 year old children, with 8 foot high, unscaleable (unscalable--unclimbable) spiked walls, with the spikes pretreated with liquid valium--that way, if the kids still manage to get out, the moms can impale themselves and call it a day.

Anyone wanna proof my testimonial letter?

Dear FlyLady,

I used to keep a decent house, but there is chaos aplenty here, so when my nice friends recommended your site, I checked it out and subscribed. I thought I'd try working the zones of my home, the way you've broken them out.

Now see, I already cleaned my sink each day, and there were already a couple of times I policed my hotspots, because we're all a bunch of pilers in this family.

Now, my sink is dirty, and we're burning up with hotspots, because all I do is delete emails from you, particularly those shoe-reminders (I always wear shoes in the day) and the freaking testimonials.

Thanks. My home has never looked like this before. I'm not sure if this is a God-breeze or a purple puddle, but there you go. Bitch.

Love,
Lostinboston

Hee. (I've seen the Flylady e-mails.)

t Imagines Flylady's reply:

Bitch!? Who you callin' bitch, you whiner? If I wanted your opinion, I'd beat it out of you. Then I'd toss it out, because that's one more unneccessary thing in my life.

Pfft!

[trails off] goin' 'bout trash-talkin me....