Oh, I found out where we picked up our virus. The lady running our Romper Room class informed me that all three of her kids were getting over a "vomiting stomach virus" from last week. D'OH!

I'm putting Owen in a bubble. He can come out when he's 16.

I'm putting Owen in a bubble. He can come out when he's 16.

At which point he'll die of a common cold.

IJS.

Happy Birthday, Laura!

There was something else, but I forgot it. So, if I should have commented on something that you said, consider it done.

Yeah, the bubble's probably out. At least this way, he'll be resistant when he gets to kindergarten.

Kids are petrie dishes.

At which point he'll die of a common cold.

But if he doesn't die, it'll make him stronger.

Wait, I guess that's an anti-bubble argument.

The PM mainfesto doesn't bother me, exactly. It's very "some people juggle geese" to me (and thanks to juliana for the phrase -- what's it from?) I couldn't live that way, but if you're so inclined, it sounds like a peaceful and gentle life.

I found some freaky things clicking on other links on that site, though. A debate over whether college educations are appropriate for women, claims that women shouldn't vote, etc. Which upsets me very much on behalf of these women's daughters.

Wishing a happy birthday and a non-hurting arm to Laura!

I've been entering all of my music into iTunes and playing the music in alphabetical order by songs. I just heard Heartbreak, Heartbreak Road, Heartbreak Town and Hellow Mr. Heartbreak. Do I listen to country, or what?!

Thanks for the good wishes all. I plan to medicate the arm with a bottle of red wine from Argentina that a friend from said country just dropped off. Also got an email from the man I divorced 21 years ago...

You didn't really think I had forgotten, did you? Hell, I enjoy this day more than Christmas now. But I didn't get you anything - and I don't intend to until you get over this silly shit, and come home!

Still glad I divorced him, but he does amuse me.

Happy birthday, Laura!

Prairie Muffins appreciate godly role models, such as Anne Bradstreet, Elizabeth Prentiss and Elisabeth Elliot. They do not idolize Laura Ingalls Wilder (Little House on the Prairie) or Louisa May Alcott (Little Women); while they may enjoy aspects of home life presented in their books, PMs understand that the latent humanism and feminism in these stories and in the lives of these women is not worthy of emulation.

Having read this, I'm definitely afraid to read the Prairie Muffin site, for fear of head explodage. They also fail to understand the radical nature of Anne Bradstreet's work. It does make me want to go out and give away Little House and Alcott books to every girl I see.