There needs to be more sparkling red wine in the world.

There needs to be more sparkling red wine in the world.

I don't know that I've had any and I'm guessing I'd love it. I love sparkling!

I finally opened the literal $2 chuck, the Trader Joe's Whoever Chardonnay, the other day to cook with. I had a glass, and unlike their $2 reds, I found it inoffensive for drinking. (Though not all that, compared to pricier wines.)

I think it's $2.50 chuck, now, though.

Sparkling red is good times. Except I think the last time I had a sparkling red (shiraz?) it was too sweet for me. And I like sweet!

Of course, it was a pretty easy task. I just thought "I bet Atwater's has chili cheese bread sometimes" and then called them to confirm.

Don't tell your secrets, lisah!

And I bet it's killing sara but she won't correct anyone - shouldn't it be chile? At least in conjunction with green.

I meeting-makered in a meeting with Grace. That's something I need to do more often during the day.

I meeting-makered in a meeting with Grace.

That's hilarious. I wish I was still there soley to be put on the required guest list.

Happy birthday, msbelle!

The entire tale of Mac craftily and secretly putting together his birthday card for Super MoM is extremely adorable. Also, aren't we due sometime soon for one of your rare but lovely photo updates so we can get a look at his most recent one-billion-watt smile?

Today I am weary, so weary. For no particular reason--Matilda was a little fussy overnight, but not too badly, and I'm running my regular chronic hour-and-change sleep deficit, not great but no worse than usual. But I'm dead with the tired. Coffee doesn't even begin to touch it.

And I keep making little bitty screw-ups at work, nothing earthshattering but really not stuff I want everyone to think I'm in the habit of doing. Only some of it is attributable to the tired; some, I'm afraid, is due to it becoming increasingly clear to me that my ennui at the old job wasn't just due to stuckness but to the fact that I really don't care. I want to earn a living wage and get out of debt and walk out at the end of every day with at least a scrap of mental energy that I can use for more interesting things, but this isn't my dream job. In the 9-5 responsible grownup sense of the phrase, I'm pretty sure I have no dream jobs at all.

But, man, I need to try to keep my head out of my ass in this waking-world job.

Can you go visit her this weekend? Her three moms are all out of town.

Sparkling red rocks!!

I had silhouettes done of the babies. I should post them because they look like ALIENS.

And I bet it's killing sara but she won't correct anyone - shouldn't it be chile? At least in conjunction with green

OH! I knew I was wrong and forgot to go back and correct it. der.

Except I think the last time I had a sparkling red (shiraz?) it was too sweet for me. And I like sweet!

I don't like sweet so...maybe not? Now I'm confused!