Me, I'm going with Leperkins, kind of like leprechaun.

After some protest, Mallory went down for a hella long second nap (despite the landlord's daughters blasting their stereo and screaming) and I've run out of things to do while waiting for him to get up so we can go swimming. This is a new and interesting situation.

Leperkins

Sort of sounds like a new troll doll with interesting diseases if you dip it in cold water, and get rid of them with warm!

I still had to go back and change Perkins to Lee...err other way around... before I hit post, so I'm good. Except for where I compare her to a leprous troll doll.

Timelies. I think the gronk is gonna need a pot of coffee today.

Sort of sounds like a new troll doll with interesting diseases if you dip it in cold water, and get rid of them with warm!

HEY

eta: Don't wanna be a troll doll. Maybe I need to change my name...

To Leperkins? I think that won't work out how you think.

Deena, you are so right about the gronk.

Despite the gronk, I think I'm going to make strawberry shortcake for breakfast.

My mom's shortcut for the shortcake, heh, was to make really simple drop-biscuits (using Jiffy baking mix or Bisquick to make it even quicker sometimes), but add about a tablespoon of sugar to the batter and sprinkling a little bit on top. So they're very lightly sweet, but fluffy and warm from the oven. They only take about six or seven minutes to bake, IIRC, and so so good.

Deena, the gronk is very strong today over here too. Teacup Guy's family decided yesterday that we are going to meet where we live rather than where they live. Which means that I get to clean our entire apartment today.

I get to clean our entire apartment today

Oh. Joy. Love that family vibe.

Lee, you are not a Leperkins, you are a Lee, with a Perkins, and you're adorable. I don't think we can dip Perkins in cold water to see if he turns leprous, but I'm betting he's not a Leperkins either.

Oh, man, Brenda, way to make me want food. Evil. Evil, evil, evil.

Today is Greg's niece's birthday. I don't recall how old, but in that pony-fairytopia stage. About 7, I think. They're having her birthday at the Natural History Museum and all the punkins get to dig in the dirt and have an Archeological Expotition. Greg's taking the babykin. I am not going as I'm still coughing so hard that... well, no need to finish that. Suffice to say I shan't be seen in public today.

I suddenly feel the need for cereal.

Trudy, that's great news about Dallas. Good to hear she's ok.