I tried making marshmallows once and found it rather difficult. But I am not wise in the ways of candy making.

Sugar-free peeps? i don't know how to react to that.

Eta: that RiceMellow stuff is pretty good. I don't know what real Marshmallow Creme is like to compare, though.

I need to know how well they microwave.

Hee! That's exactly what I was thinking. Well, that, how well they'd catch on fire, and if Clovis' attempts at magically animating Peeps for his army would be any more sucessful with the sugar-free versions.

Eek! How did it get to be Sex and the City time? I'm never up this late. Stupid cup of Pepsi I drank with dinner. And I have to be up earlyyyyyyyy.

I bought peeps for the kids this year. Franny is gonna LOVE them. Isaac will want to play with them. He'll wave it around and say "birr birr" a few times, then he'll toss it and say "birr fly."

He'll wave it around and say "birr birr" a few times, then he'll toss it and say "birr fly."

ded.

OMG. Hil, I love you.

Oh! Speaking of marshmallows, how exactly do you make S'mores? You toast the marshmallow and then the heat from that melts the chocolate? Or do you toast the chocolate on the graham cracker in some way?

Okay, so interviews = still the suck.

I did not make it to HR to file my letter and ask various questions to which I'm having silly trouble getting straight answers. I did, however, spend three hours traveling for a two-hour visit. Also, the woman asked me how the students were different from the students I'm teaching now. Let's see, they're in their seat, they're paying attention, they're contributing to the conversation and doing the work, and they're all white (okay, 98%)?

Beautiful, beautiful campus, though quite a ways away. It would be really lovely, but... not counting on it. Next step: call up CalWest, scan in my up-to-date resume, start getting stuff together for applications. Really wish I'd gotten on the ball back in September to get all my CLAD stuff done, but c'est la vie (at least $500 bucks a class, man!). Oh, and anytime my fucking teaching credential, which I think will expire in September, would like to show up, that'd be just spiffy.

Argh. I hate Passover cleaning.

My poor neighbor broke her ankle last weekend and she's got her son coming in this Friday for Passover. She's in a tizzy but she's got some help for cleaning and she said she had gotten all her shopping done.

I bought peeps for the kids this year. Franny is gonna LOVE them. Isaac will want to play with them. He'll wave it around and say "birr birr" a few times, then he'll toss it and say "birr fly."

BWAH! My kids had them for the first time last night. Olivia bit the head clean off of one in one swift, Ozzy Osbourne like motion.

{{{Tom}}} Your ma is getting the stink-eye from me, too.

After a hugely busy day, Owen is asleep in his new, full-sized bed. Dude, he looks so tiny in it. But he picked out his own comforter and seems pretty satisfied with his choice (Cars). We left his crib up just in case he changes his mind. But if he doesn't notice, we'll put it away this weekend. And by me, I mean DH.

{{ND}} That sucks and it's totally their loss.

EMILY! (remind me not to drink caffiene, well, maybe ever again)

Ok. People. I want a book of sewing/quilt patterns for a baby's room--you know, bumper pads, diaper holder, changing table pad--that's not dorky. I'm a COOL auntie. I have to make COOL presents for the baby's room, otherwise I'll be *that* auntie. Why, oh, why does the Internet hate me?