Had friends over on Friday for barbeque, and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. Watched six episodes of
The Sopranos,
thanks to the fabulousness of Netflix. I also got awesome new shoes.
Those are some of the happy highlights of my weekend.
Best thing about today? We finally had the carpet shampoo people come, and the stained and depressing rug is now its normal beige self. As a renter, I'm stuck with the tediously dull carpet, but at least it doesn't look embarassingly horrible anymore. Plus we had a coupon, so it was only $100 for the two rooms!
Oh, just wait until after bedtime. At least half of them will magically disappear (into the basement) overnight.
Unfortunately, she seems to like the really noisy one best. Though that could be mr. flea. The Little People talk on the phone to each other. Whatever happened to the goddamned imagination?
My mom likes to tell about the time when my brother, then kindergarten-aged, got a little cannon from my uncle (dad's brother). Dad and said uncle then proceeded to take it outside in the December cold and play with it while my brother (afraid of loud noises) just watched from the window. So much for the cannon being for the kid!
If there are any bitter, snarky liberals out there, you ought to like BEAST's 50 Most Loathsome People of 2004. I love stuff like describing Jenna Jameson as "The first best-selling author who could be sodomized with a well-thrown baseball since Truman Capote." So I passed it on.
Oh, just wait until after bedtime. At least half of them will magically disappear (into the basement) overnight.
Wow! Casper's mom is the meanest mom in Meanopolis.
I like fireworks. And this year, my dog is deaf enough not to get upset about them. yay!
I could've used one of those about midnight last night. Overall she was pretty mellow this year, though.
Oh, god. The child (who went to bed with a couple of the smaller toys) has learned manipulation. First we hear the call, "Poopy diiiiiaper!" mr. flea goes in to check. "Your diaper isn't poopy; it's clean." Eve thinks for a second. "Wet diiiiiiiaper." Nice try kid, ya think we were born yesterday? Last night, I swear to god, she smacked her head on the side of the crib on purpose so she could cry and call out "I bump my head!" so we'd go in to her.
