I once tried to smudge my house with sage. I set off an asthma attack in my son. Duh.

Have fun Erin!

I have showered and dressed. Now I have to not get sweaty for the next 2 hours. Considering the temperature today that will be a challenge. The current plan is to read with a cool beverage.

So far: walked the dog went into work and kicked illegal parkers out of lot vacuumed rugs and curtains cleaned bathroom tidied bedroom

now: to target make appetizer for dinner clean up yard change catbox shower have folks over eat!

I once tried to smudge my house with sage. I set off an asthma attack in my son. Duh.

Heh. I remember you writing about that. I don't smudge my house. My husband and children have made it clear that's *their* job.

Today is Greg's birthday.

So far I have spent a long time on the phone, caught up on some tivo'd stuff that he doesn't watch so I could clean out some memory, nd read a lot of Bitches, defragged my computer and cleaned (sort of, don't look in the corners) the kitchen.

I have yet to: tidy the living room and dining room, go to the store for dinner after Greg returns with the car, cook dinner, dress, shower, eat dinner, watch a movie, put babies down to bed (today was Aidan's first day without a nap) and go to bed.

The above is in no particular order.

Present buying will actually happen tomorrow, when I have the car, as well as a nice brunch. We saved the prosecco to use for bellinis tomorrow. I am one of those who believe in stretching out the celebration.

Cindy, I knew you were teasing. I was teasing right back. I promise, no crankies. You were funny too.

I have been enjoying Erin's play-by-play too. Such fun.

Happy Birthday, Greg!

Poor Deena. I know those sorts of birthdays all too well. Here's hoping you don't fall asleep in your supper.

Cindy, I knew you were teasing. I was teasing right back. I promise, no crankies. You were funny too.

Good. I don't think I have ever seen you cranky with any of us. I just wanted to make sure I didn't hurt your feelings or embarrass you in any way.

I've been cranky once or twice, but then I go away and smack myself around and try to get some perspective. Either it helps or I like smacking as much as I like cats.

Ok, must progress into heavy-duty schmancifying mode.

Have fun!

Second load of laundry done, makeup applied, and (IMHO) very cute clothes put on. Now just waiting for the pseudo-sib to arrive.

(Shallow Fashion Details, for thems that wants 'em: pointy ankle-high boots w/ buckles, b&w stripey stockings, a pink knee-length petticoat worn under a black one, black lace Victorian blouse, all worn under a knee-length princess-seamed v-neck dress w/ 5" wide Venice lace trim at the hem. Hair in low pigtails, and the usual top hat. I look like I escaped from a Tim Burton movie, so I'm quite pleased. )

Hee.

And on that note, I am off to cook the biggest hot dogs I have ever seen that weren't actually Knockwurst. I think dh got all transferry (or wanted me to) when he went to the store.

The hee was to Deena, by the way--not to Jilli. Jilli, that sounds fabulous, and there should be pictures, darn it.