Hi Bitches!
Congrats on the home, Vortex -- too bad about the windows! Hopefully you'll get a nice fat discount out of it.
It's approximately five thousand degrees outside, and D is dealing with the heat by sleeping peacefully in his Amby just as long as I stay awake to keep it rocking AT ALL TIMES. (He's also willing to sleep peacefully in my arms, but I can only play Human Rocking Chair for so long before my wrists give out from supporting his head. Plus, babies is HOT. At some point the comforts of Being Held By Mommy are outweighed by the discomforts of Mommy's Sweaty Arms.)
My mother is here this week, and is currently cleaning my kitchen. She's been cleaning my kitchen for two days now. I am terribly embarrassed that I let it get that bad, but not ashamed enough to take over the cleaning.
It was only after I read the account of Berlin's decadent era
Voluptuous Panic
that I discovered that there really were gangs of "Wild Boys" roaming in Berlin during the 30s, which inspired Wm. Burroughs to write about them.
Of course, anybody can stick "wild" and "boys" together, but I do think Duran Duran were bouncing off those origins.
The original Wild Boys were gangs of boy prostitutes, basically.
Hi, Jess! I love your tagline!
It's Mommy Jessica! Don't worry about the kitchen. You've been busy making a person.
I love your tagline!
Hee! Thank you!
Don't worry about the kitchen. You've been busy making a person.
True that. If nothing else, I couldn't really bend down far enough to reach most of the cleaning supplies for the past couple of months anyway.
Jessica! Let your mother take care of the kitchen, and don't feel guilty about it. You'll likely be doing the same for D someday.
Jess, I've been following your pictures on Flickr, and (1) DZ is utterly beautiful, and (b) you look way too well-rested for a new mama. (I don't doubt that you actually *aren't* well-rested, but your appearance suggests otherwise.)
::snerkity snerk::
I knew that some people would get it, and I thought that you would be one of them.
Heh. That's partly b/c just a few days ago, The Boy and I were arguing about the correct way to spell it.
When I saw the title, I thought it was a re-creation of that picture of a rabbit with a pancake on its head. But with a baby.
I, personally, got all sniffly at the sight of this.
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