Tonight's dinner was fail. Tried another roulade, but the butcher cut the beef too thin. Delicious beef, but just couldn't hold together. And it's going to be sad tomorrow to cook the rest of it, because I can't think of what to do with it since it's just giving up its structural integrity.

I've been having this strange tick all day where I get distracted writing something and then I get back to what I was doing, I end up burping out something that rhymes with what I'd meant to say. So I almost finished the preceeding paragraph with "it's just giving up its fannish intensity."

Not sure what that's about.

Kat, am I reading that wrong, or do I have to register to see what is offered in my area?

I have no issue with babies in bars. Kids? Maybe, yeah. But small babies? They're not bothering anyone, assuming parents who are paying attention, they're not being scarred for life, because, no comprehension, and the parents are getting out. Past infancy, it's a little more complicated. But at the babe-in-arms stage, I don't see why not.

Yeah. A sleeping baby in one of those carriers might as well be a gigantic handbag. (Stroller could be a drag)

When we first moved to Wisconsin, we went out to eat at a causal chain restaurant nearby. DH excused himself to use the men's room while I watched the kids try to finish their meals. While I was trying to stop Olivia from sticking a french fry up her nose, Owen swooped in and sipped a little bit from DH's half-empty beer glass. He looked shocked and his eyes watered a bit while I looked around to make sure people weren't calling CPS on me.

Silly me. I now realize, to my relief, that this isn't illegal here.

I would take an infant to a bar, as long as it wasn't too late (after 9) or too smokey (lots of places have banned smoking entirely) and not in a stroller. Once kids start getting mobile, it's futile to take them anywhere that isn't specifically designed to be family friendly. My kids have a 40 minute window of seating-ordering-serving-eating-check. If we can't get it done in that time, we don't eat there anymore.

Unless we hire a sitter.

This is a short sacrifice, though. They'll soon be old enough for us to enjoy meals out as a family.

The woman on the front page of the Spaweek site--is that how our backs are supposed to look when we lie on our front?

I really don't think so. That doesn't look right at all.

The thing keeps swishing in front of it, I can only see her back for a second.

I wonder if Spa Week is behind my strange encounters on North Ave. today. I wondered if it was a marketing thing or some bizarre improv exercise.

One young man wanted to know what I normally spend on haircuts and then asked something about when I last visited a 5 star salon/spa. (Ha! Nothing and never!)

A few hours later another young man stopped me as I was going into Borders saying, "Excuse me, ma'am, can I ask you a question?" Since the previous encounter started exactly the same way I replied, "Is it about my hair?" He responded with "No, it's about free hugs" and held his arms out. Um. I'll pass, thanks.

vortex I know now you meant something different than what I responed to... Safe to say we lived and live now in an area where bars mostly come with restaurants, those are the places with really good food, and neighbors, we can walk to them, and we're not required to drink real drinks in order to be there. Getting a sitter is good too.

This post rant brought to you by a 104 fever, lots of screaming at 30 min intervals, complete inability to make it better right away, a weekend full of plans with friends from home down the tubes, and the need to get a sitter as soon as she's better like woah.

Kat, am I reading that wrong, or do I have to register to see what is offered in my area?

yep. or I could tell you since I registered.

I'm in class, not having a whole lot of fun. But in good news, more or less, it's the next-to-last Saturday class.