Owie. I just totally wiped out on the sidewalk walking the dog.

Think of it this way. If there's a zero sum total of wipe outs in the universe, then you just saved Erin or Hil or Ginger some scrapes.

That is unfair! I like Hec's take on it, though.

Announcement: Every time I clean the kitchen and leave, it mysteriously gets dirty and smelly by the time I return.

Analysis: Two boys are messier than one.

I just wish I'd had time to hang out with them in addition to cleaning up after them.

Skipped a zillion messages.

Congrats, sj!

I went to trapeze school again today. I had some minor confidence problems about my upper body strength, so I spent most of the time working on stuff on the ground and on the low stationary trap. We're going back next week, though, so I'm going to do a lot of pushups and stuff like that this week so that I'll feel better about it by then. (Seriously, if I thought about it logically, I've done the flying trap before, and I was OK on the stationary trap today, so I should have had no problem with flying trap today. But I kept getting onto the platform, grabbing the bar, and thinking "Yeah, no way I'm going to be able to keep this grip while swinging." I think I ended up psyching myself out by thinking about it too much. Next week, new day, fresh mind, no problem.)

Every time I clean the kitchen and leave, it mysteriously gets dirty and smelly by the time I return.

I found this out when I lived with guys in college. Funny thing is, same goes for two toddlers.

I think Daniel is statistically more likely to do the dishes than I am, here. But I might be more likely to get the stove and counters while I'm doing the dishes than he is. At least that's not the real challenge keeping this place up.

I found this out when I lived with guys in college. Funny thing is, same goes for two toddlers.

Heh. I don't want to be unfair; I know that they've been working their asses off all week. Still, the dishwasher is right there!

But it doesn't bother me that much. At least I know someone else is living in the house.

I've never lived in a dwelling with a dishwasher enough to get used to them. It's kind of sad, really.

I feel like I'm in a Monty Python bit when people extol the virtues.

Man:
I mean, you've been around a bit, you know, like, you've, uh... You've 'done it'...

Man:
What's it like?

It was worse when he did the voices.

And then he had to do it in his Pepper-pot Woman voice.

The headache troll is pounding a stake into the side of my head again. Anyone have troll-be-gone spray?