I just had to say "You really shouldn't play with dead things. It's icky."

Kids found a small snake and were SO EXCITED to show it to me. It's been dead a bit. Once I disclosed this, they wanted to pick it up. Um, yeah, your parents probably wouldn't like that...

I should note I enjoyed doing dissections a LOT. Just....random dead snake on the lawn, a ten year old and two under-5s? Yeah,no.

About three weeks ago I went in for an eye exam. We have different insurance since the last time I've had my eyes examined so I didn't make the decision to order new contact lenses right away. But I did, try to order them right after I left. I mean, I left, and then I decided to order the lenses so I came back, they couldn't find my records because my file was probably still with my doctor and they were ready to close. Therefore, I phoned them the next day. Left a message. I've been waiting to hear that my contacts have come in.

In the meantime, my answering machine went kerfluie so I've been dependent on the voicemail, but I'm still not really used to vm at home so I rarely check it.

Guess what? They NEVER got my order. I got a message on Tuesday (that I just listened to) asking if I wanted to order my lenses. ARgh.

ION, I re-watched this week's Jericho On Demand and it was a tearfest. Interesting that they had April die in the middle of the episode. . . that reallly felt like a last scene but it wasn't. And then the scene at the end with Mimi and Stanley and also Stanely doing his Terminator - which I could totally get even w/o sound -- and realizing that I suddenly wondered why I didn't think to turn on closed captioning last night. I really don't know.

I'm thinking of rewatching FNL next.

Okay, now I may die of boredom.

In my scrolling, I thought Dana was going to take up smoking to alleviate the boredom. It's a tactic, I guess...

Of course, it was Daisy, not Dana. Speaking of Daisy, were you the flashback mom in that movie?

Yes. Except it wasn't a mom, it was a hoor. Mr. Jane was the guy the main girl hugs in the beginning and her friend rolls his eyes at.

Except it wasn't a mom, it was a hoor.

Oh -- I'm sorry for maligning your honor as a hoor. And I knew that was Mr. Jane!

Oh -- I'm sorry for maligning your honor as a hoor.

How dare you confuse my sluttiness with motherliness!

I think the point was that her dad was kind of a prick.

I was maybe not paying as much attention to the actual story as the auteur would have hoped.

Hee! Thanks for watching though. Mom, was a little scared that all three of her daughters (meaning me and my stepsisters) wanted to be actresses. I emailed her back telling her I promise not to quit my day job.