What Jesse said.
Tiara for being Awesome Mom!
We had a small battle of the wills this evening. It was a draw. Emeline was not allowed to wear her new princess dress because she decided to sit in her chair at the table, look at both Joe and I, and pee in her pants.
I've been thinking about removing the plastic from the chair pads (they were my great-grandmother's), but now am glad I didn't.
GC, I remember seeing some Gorey things in the Signals catalog, probably because of the Gorey-like drawings for PBS's Mystery series.
thank god, mr. flea is home.
here is poor poor pete: [link]
Oh, poor muffin! That's a truly impressive goose egg.
I've just formally completely quit. I feel caught between sad and panic-stricken. Nine work days left to clear away all the crap on my desk and leave it clean and bare for the next person! Nine days left to make sure my boss is tended to and provided for! Nine days left for, well, everything! GAH.
The happy comes into it at some point, eventually, doesn't it?
Poor faceplant noodle! He'll be OK, though.
Luckily he seems perfectly fine & happy. It's just me (and now mr. flea) who are suffering each time we look at him. It makes me want to cry.
I am now applying wine and jellybeans internally, and sparkly pink toenail polish externally.
oh, flea, that is an impressive goose egg! You definitely need a break. I just sent the mr. out for a cookie run.
We got our outside Christmas lights up! And the kids got new new stockings.
Poor munchkin!
GC, you probably want the Gorey Details website, which I don't remember the URL of right off the top of my head. But they've got the biggest selection of Edward Gorey goodies.
We've been dealing with a flooded basement. Dear Torrential Downpour, GO AWAY. On the plus side, we've had to move a bunch of stuff out of the basement, which means going through boxes and organizing stuff. That's good, right?