Kat, that's great news.

Kat, what wonderful news!

Kat, that's WONDERFUL! So relieved.

In a funny turn of events, T's (neighbor girl) dad was telling me last night about some science thing a teacher got her signed up for. He didn't really get the details across well, and I didn't think more than "good for her."

Turns out? It's an event my work is putting on tomorrow night. And my very pregnant friend is giving a talk. I'm insisting T go introduce herself. I may hang around work late for the start of it, but I can't stay because of the cat.

Anyway, it's neat. I had fun explaining light years and black holes to her. I sent her home with old Hubble calendars and one of Nat'l Geo's issue on it.

Kat, that is great news!

Yay, Kat! That's awesome.

I have a little thing for Alexander Hamilton. Also, when I was little (like 7) I had a crush on Eisenhauer based on the coin. My mother still makes fun of me.

Sophia totally has a crush on my great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather!

My head hurts. I'm really trying to motivate myself to go take all my recycling in, and that will totally give me money to buy Excedrin. Except that I just want to lay here and sleep (which I can't do because I have to go to class soon, and honestly, I should have changed and put makeup on already.)

Alibelle, I just took some Excedrin. The Migraine formula just kicked my headache's ass. I love that stuff. Wish I could teleport you some.

My kids smell like stinky cheese and need a bath. I think I'm going to give them one in the morning since it's about five minutes till bedtime.

I would kill someone for chocolate right now.

t /non sequiturs

Y'all know the migraine formula is the same as the regular formula, right? So don't be scared off by the "wrong" packaging!

Kat! A weight off, I'm sure. Good to hear it.

I ran away from work, but finally some people took my "no, but really, we have to have a cutoff" seriously and rang my Blackberry. It rings so rarely I didn't think twice about answering it. I'm not very good at this.

Alibelle, it's so nice to see you again here. Even though you are close and I could face space see you, I neer seem too.

This is the place and while it's not exactly what I had envisioned months ago when I thought about childcare, it's run by an incredibly warm and loving British woman.

My kids smell like stinky cheese and need a bath

K was just complaining about something smelling and I took Noah out of her arms and said, "it's our son." I thought he had spilled milk on himself, but no, he had just created the stinkiest diaper on the planet. Conveniently, I was on my way to bathing him. So he's bathed and ready to go overnight with Lori. Except I have to get his meds ready.

Sigh.

Nephew T had the most incredibly varied and stinky farts. Several times I was convinced he'd filled his diaper based on noise and stink, but no. Just farts. In addition to his charming habit of upchucking the cheesiest of cheese. Which his older brother did too. I blame my brother. For the farts, at least.

I miss them. I wish I were closer to Noah and Grace too.

eta: Kat, it may not be what you started out wanting, but that sounds like a good daycare option. May it prove to exceed your best hopes.