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.

I'd love to see pictures of that, Jilli. It sounds lovely and strange, like unexpected magic.

Time to get busy again.

Wow, I feel rather unproductive in comparison. I went to bed at midnight, set my alarm for 10, turned it off, woke up at noon, fell back asleep, and woke up at 1:30. This is a little ridiculous, me thinks...especially since I only got up becuase I was alarmed at the time, and not because I was especially done sleeping.

However, then I went to the thrift store, cried when I happened to end up going there along the Avon Breast Cancer Walk route and saw all the walkers, and I currently have five loads of laundry in the machines downstairs (that being all I have quarters for. It occurs to me I own wayyyyy too many clothes).

Now I just want to sit on my couch. But I might end up going on a date with someone I don't really want to go on a date with. Ay.