Hec, I had a dream last night that you and Emmett had built a time machine, and JZ (who you referred to as "Jackie," which made me laugh hysterically in the dream) refused to try it, so you tried to get me to go to the 1950s in it.

My brain is *nifty.*

Just tell Emmett he can stay inside all he wants when he's a grownup.

Actually, David, I'm watching an Ellen from earlier in the week, and it made me think of you -- not only was she reminiscing about her favorite sandwich, it was from San Fran! In the 80s. Roast beef with vinaigrette, FYI.

While some people might be discouraged to know this kind of attitude persists in the (very aged) 9 year olds, I am actually releived that my kid is not the only whiny ass in the world.

Actually, today has been decent - we went to the Natural History Museum in Raleigh and saw dinosaurs and bugs and stuff. Only one brief tantrum today, in 9 hours awake so far!

Teppy! I saw on Metafilter a link to an episode of the Japanese Spider-Man TV show from the 1970s! The Japanese Spider-Man has a giant robot!

My brain is *nifty.*

It's a crazy funhouse inside.

Just tell Emmett he can stay inside all he wants when he's a grownup.

And eat candy all day.

Actually, David, I'm watching an Ellen from earlier in the week, and it made me think of you -- not only was she reminiscing about her favorite sandwich, it was from San Fran! In the 80s. Roast beef with vinaigrette, FYI.

I am known to my friends as, The Keeper of Sandwich Lists.

While some people might be discouraged to know this kind of attitude persists in the (very aged) 9 year olds, I am actually releived that my kid is not the only whiny ass in the world.

It's somewhat complicated because his Mom will let him flop around inside all day in pajamas. But I am trying to make it clear what my expectations are. Partly, we're just hitting a wall because we came off two weeks of xmas vacation, then instead of having a weekend off last weekend, I had Emmett for most of Saturday and half of Sunday and all day Monday. So this is our third weekend in a row and we've already used up every leisure activity and it's grey and icky outside.

Plus some preview-of-teenage-whininess is on display. His take seems to be that You Just Don't Understand with a soupcon of So Unfair for flavoring.

Tell him he's lucky you're going outside with him. I throw my kids outside, without me. I don't say, "Go play on the yellow line." Yet.

My mom once (or possibly more than once) locked my brother and me out of the house when we were kids because we were driving her bonkers. It was summer, and we had a pool, so there was no danger of us succumbing to the brutal weather and dying.

My brain is *nifty.*

It's a crazy funhouse inside.

Hey, *you're* the one who built the time machine....

I'm pretty sure I was 10 or 11 when I decided I didn't like my father anymore. I didn't have any specific problem with him, I was just So Over Him.

I LEFT THE HOUSE AND STILL FEEL FINE!!! Take that sicky feeling!

I have Targeted and Daffied. Target resulted in new plastic storage items for food, some unexpected things for gifts, a beverage dispenser (about to be filled with kiwi/cucumber water), a jump rope!, and something I was looking for as a gift.

Daffy's in Queens Place continues to be my favorite Daffy's ever. I find good stuff everytime I allow myself to go in. I will spare you all the details, but they involve Natori, silk nightgowns, and cute tweed blazer with satin ribbon waist tie.

now...water.

yay msbelle for feeling better!

feh for Allyson for needing to find a new foundation. I just went through the same thing a couple of months ago.

Alibelle! Call me or email me your phone number so I can tlk to you about babysitting.