Holy shit! Goodnight Moon appears to work.

All hail Flea, who sent me the thing! It has lulled her to sleep, when even The Going to Bed Book (thank you, Dani), has failed.

She is a Sleepaboo.

Yay, Alibelle's Tivo.

Are there pictures of Kat's ring that I've missed with all my dastardly post-skipping?

I should have said Tropical!Cindy

::resists temptation to change name::

Holy shit! Goodnight Moon appears to work.

All hail Flea, who sent me the thing! It has lulled her to sleep, when even The Going to Bed Book (thank you, Dani), has failed.

In my dream, Christian Bale spoke with a French accent, was wearing a terrycloth bathrobe, and was deciding what to lift from the Batman set.

Why couldn't I have had that dream in the middle of the night, rather than right at the edge where the alarm clock could gut it?

Oh, ita. That's just not fair.

Help. Kind neighbor lady with 7 year old too big for baby toys has just brought over approximately every Fisher Price Little People item EVER MADE. My living room is awash (well, MORE awash) in bright plastic. Farm and Circus and Fire Station and Train and... And they TALK.

My SIL moved into your neighborhood? Seriously, after xmas and the boy's bday, he had every FP LP item available on the current market. It was INSANE.

To her credit, after the holidays, she puts most of them away and they go into rotation. Still. But they don't mind talky toys. Both parents are immune. Though my brother says he catches himself humming Wiggles songs in the lab, which earn him funny looks from his coworkers.

I dreamed I had low blood sugar and kept almost passing out and the cafeteria was closed. That was annoying.

Crazy person is back, indicating she just.doesn't.get.it. I'm throwing my hands up and going to ignore her.

My mother told me last night that when she asked my nephew what he wanted for his birthday he said, "I have everything. What else can you get me."

He later changed his response to "If you don't get me wrestling stuff, jsut give me the money."

We have a Helmand in Cambridge too - so delicious. In fact, my current commute - the shuttle from North Station to Kendall - takes me right by it every morning! YUM! I think the 2 owners (in Cambridge and in SF) are related.

Though my brother says he catches himself humming Wiggles songs in the lab, which earn him funny looks from his coworkers.

Fruit salad, yummy yummy.

I can't get the Wiggles' Fruit Salad song out of my head, but all I remember is the refrain (which sometimes I think is what causes my earworms--the brain is trying to recapture a whole work, and the earworm remains until it succeeds, or gives up).

sara, have you survived the cuts at your company?

oh, thank heaven -- no BART strike. Guess that means I go to work after all.