Yeah, no. *mwah*

I was practically building a shrine to the four-pack of bottles I found. I was carrying it around and treasuring it like it was my baby.

They are not that hard to find. I saw some in a strip mall liquor store in Los Gatos yesterday.

Unfortunately, Joe and I praised her so much, we freaked her out and she started crying.

Oh, poor wee thing!

If she can't find them or doesn't have them, she wails, "WANT BALLS WANT BALLS!"

There's a kid at the centre whose mother pretty much gave birth to him there (she trained pregnant up until classmates complained to the front desk--she made it to 8 months) and he's four now. Cute-assed kid, with the sort of precosity that makes you grateful he's going home with someone else.

A couple weeks ago he threw this fit in the center lobby:

"Hit me in the balls! Hit me in the balls! I can take it! I can take it! Who's gonna do it? Who's gonna hit me in the balls? I can take it!"

Apparently it's been explained to him that some behaviour is krav centre only. For his parents' sakes, I hope this was in that category.

We'll have to get him and Em together.

"Hit me in the balls! Hit me in the balls! I can take it! I can take it! Who's gonna do it? Who's gonna hit me in the balls? I can take it!"

Good Lord. It sounds like dialogue from the Mel Gibson episode of South Park.

I am wide awake and about to pillage through my brother's cupboards. Mostly, though, I just want to go back to sleep.

Sleep brain! Sleep!

I can't remember if I posted in here about my back injury last night, but if I did, here's the punchline: spent the last five hours in urgent care and at the pharmacy. Severe muscle spasms earned me a shot of some painkiller and two (!!) big ass needle shots of a muscle relaxer...all in my ass. Which hurts, ftr.

Anyway, have finally now picked up the prescriptions: a muscle relaxer that hasn't worked all that well for me in the past (no Flexoril, alas) and some generic Vicoden. Hoping the latter lets me sleep tonight. ND has been the WBB and driven me around and said soothing things all night. Though he did laugh when I told him that one would think that the painkiller shot in my ass would prevent my ass from hurting so much. But I forgive him.

The Vicoden seems to be kicking in. I feel really weird. like Keanu Reeves maybe. Whoa. Head rush dizzy weird. ND is shooing me towards bed, so night night Bitches...

Emmett: Then I want to go. She's my homeboy. Err...Homegirl. [turning to Matilda] Hey Homie! I'm gonna call her homebaby.

Awwww! That's so best!

spent the last five hours in urgent care and at the pharmacy

{{{Kristin}}} and {{{Kristin's Back}}}

I got up at oh-dark-thirty to see R off this morning, then went back to bed confident that the Toddler Alarm would wake me as per usual. Alas, he slept until the nanny arrived at 7:45, and she came in without waking me since we'd deactivated the alarm when R left. So she got him up quietly and let me sleep.

Until 10:30.

I was a wee bit late to work, but man it was good. Plus I got that luxury of luxuries, a shower sans toddler.

Yay, Emeline!

(((Kristin))) Back-ma.

I had the most wonderful, relaxing weekend. Teacup Guy not working on the weekends still feels like an extra special treat.