Also, you + that dress = total retro hot HOT HOTTNESS.

HOLY COW!!! HOTTTTNESS, INDEED!! I'm in love with that dress.

Cash, Emmett won't eat veggies at all, so I quit fighting it and push the fruit. We do a lot of smoothies.

Yeah, I'm learning to be sneaky now, though. He's enamoured of his recent mastery of The Spoon so I'm trying mashed sweet potatoes that he can use his spoon on. And I'm sneaking carrot juice into his fruit juice. I haven't resorted to the cheese covered veggies yet, but that weapon is also in my arsenal.

Home is better.

Amen.

I was talking to a friend last week about what we regretted about our forties. We agreed that we missed perky breasts.

Never had them to miss, so I suspect this feeling I'm having is schadenfreude. If you had 'em long enough to miss them, you're one up on me.

The only difference between Annabel and work for me is that I don't have to change anyone's diaper at work. Oh, and when Annabel procrastinates yet again on turning in sections for the re-accreditation document, I'm OK with that, because she's 18 months old and can't read or write or tell me things like "I thought I was going to have time, but then I spent three hours (answering my e-mail||going to meetings||drinking coffee)."

See, as one who has been contracting for most of my adult life, work's just a place where they tell me what to do and then pay me. No rights, sure, but no real investment in the job beyond getting it done. When I'm here alone, I provide all food, comfort, cleaning, and entertaining, and there's more riding on what I do or do not do.

so you may want to get the Dr Brown knock-off from England, which is called the B Free.

Good to know.

Meara, you look lovely, but so demure! And, umm, what's the Jared story? Why was he there?

Oooh, mashed sweet potatoes! I hadn't thought of that yet in all my endeavors to get Annabel to eat a vegetable. If it were up to her, she'd live on dairy products, fruit, goldfish crackers, and vanilla wafers.

Never had them to miss, so I suspect this feeling I'm having is schadenfreude. If you had 'em long enough to miss them, you're one up on me.

Heh. Me, too. Last time the girls were perky, I was in the sixth grade. *sigh* I'm looking forward to a reduction/lift someday.

And, umm, what's the Jared story? Why was he there?

Didn't he go to your high school?--That question is for meara. I know he was in college in Indiana, so I'm just assuming. Of course, he is what passes for a celebrity in Indiana.

Oooh, mashed sweet potatoes! I hadn't thought of that yet in all my endeavors to get Annabel to eat a vegetable.

I think Country Crock is also making an ready-made version of this. I know mashing sweet potatoes is easy, but hey, I'm lazy.

Heh. Me, too. Last time the girls were perky, I was in the sixth grade. *sigh* I'm looking forward to a reduction/lift someday.

I'd love a lift, but fear the thought of getting it done.

I mean, I may have had about 15 minutes of perk back before my sub-As went to a full B in two weeks at the tender age of 13, but that hardly counts.

Still no relief, Sail?

Not as much as I'd like, Cindy. One eye looks like it's pretty much depuffified and my neck doesn't seem to itch as much, but I've been hitting the Benadryl pretty heavily over the weekend. I figure vacuuming today would help reduce some of the known problems (cat hair) that do upon occasion cause me problems and also possibly exacerbates the current problem. Tomorrow, I vacuum the furniture, too.

Poor Sail!

I finally broke down and vaccumed up the thick mat of dog/cat hair that had accumulated underneath our bed over the past few months. it has helped us breath a little better at night. I'm such a shitty housekeeper and it's only made worse by the fact that I'm a pet owner, too.

If it were up to her, she'd live on dairy products, fruit, goldfish crackers, and vanilla wafers.

Ah, I see your daughter and I have much in common....

Also, totally unrelatedly, Neil Gaiman's new book (Anansi Boys) kicks all kinds of ass. I've been reading it every free chance I've had since yesterday morning. And it woke me up this morning. No, literally. I fell asleep reading it last night, and it must have landed gracefully on the pillow next to the pillow my head was on. When I rolled over this morning and tugged at the book pillow (without opening my eyes -- it's a thing I do, weird, I know), I didn't know the book was on it, and it slid off the pillow and clonked me on the head.

Unrelatedly again, I have tomorrow off, and I don't know what to do with my day. I should clean the apartment. Odds that I *will* are slim.

Heh. Of course, vacuuming might make the allergies worse, at least for a minute!

And, umm, what's the Jared story? Why was he there?

Apparently he graduated with us! But I had no idea until we showed up and he was there.

edamame for those who were wondering like I was.