I have become the girl who spends Saturday morning looking at cookbooks so I can decide what to make for dinner for my boyfriend. I like it.

Much labor~ma to you, Stephanie. I am stunned at how calm you sound. Looking forward to more baby pictures.

Eve is adorable with her new haircut.

I think I need to take a buffista baby tour of the country.

sending the ma~ towards stephanie

my cat is unhappy that we pulled up the rugs. so he went outside ate grass and then threw up all over the floors. Little does he know that that is part of the reason for pulling up the carpet.

Easy birth~ma to Stephanie.

OMG, I just earned the race slut title.

I think I just hit on a driver and told him that he'd be a lovely festive birthday present for me.

Never lust and post...

Go you, you racing slut!'

Any man would be crazy not to want to be the birthday present of our Cassiepants.

Turns out I have, once again, failed to catch him between wives.

And the conversation is immortalized on the interbunny.

I don't know whether I should be giddy he talked to me or sad he turned me down cause of the married.

Choose giddy.

Yes, Choose Giddy.

Something weird just happened.

I've been driving my car all week with the transmission doing the whiny can't-get-out-of-second-thing. Only driving it aound town sparingly, so 15 MPH isn't bad in this area.

The weird thing? I accidentally held the RPMs up way way too high when scooting across an intersection. The damn thing whined a high pitched scream...and shifted into drive.

And then shifted again a little farther along... It's getting better every time.

Make no mistake, I'm going to have to replace the tranny soon, but it's just weird and freaky. I won't push my luck, tho. No out of town jaunts.

Go team slef-healing tranny!

I'm watching Beauty & The Geek. How far have I sunk?

Not so far as to hit on strange racecar drivers on the interbunny...

Dang! That was fast! Welcome to the world, Miss Ellie.