Emeline says "Chill out, dad" complete with dismissive hand wave.

Iris just went for "We are NOT discussing this right now." (this being bedtime/teethbrushing, etc)

I get "What.Evvver" from my daughter. A couple of nights ago I pissed off Leif and he started yelling "Shame on you Dad! Shame!"

I sit with DJ in a good day having corner

2 work issues that have been looming for months but are not in my control to fix are moving towards a solution, papers that have been sitting on my desk for over a week finally got approval and can now go away, got hold of my Dr. for meds I need, scheduled a weekend playdate for mac, got info on a gov't office I need stuff from, entered schedules for the next 2 weekends into calendar, and I'm about to schedule a massage.

He's going to turn six in June and we need to see if he'll be placed in second or third grade

Oh my goodness! Smartypants buffistasprog WILL be taking over the world! If their evil plans come to fruition!

I can't believe Frances is old enough for school in the fall!

Oh! Um, do any LAistas want to have dinner on Tuesday? I'll be in LA...usual spot up by UCLA, though doing different things for a whole other company.

Matilda is content with a very matter-of-fact "No" to any inquiry about which she is unenthusiastic.

Me: "Can we get you changed now?"
Matilda: "No."

Two things that do warrant her enthusiasm are "Baseball!" and motorcycles ("Zum!").

Forsooth, papa!

Just as I clicked on the stripper-shoe links I got a text from someone dubbing me "most likely to pole dance" and so I'm feeling a little bit surreal. And I'm not sure how I became that chick either.

Now, are you to put bills in through those slots? I'd hate to have anything that could actually pick up any momentum or make much noise banging around down there.

This week's Women Undercover or whatever was exhibitionist/voyeuse. I did not know that NYC has a naked cowgirl. She seems mostly nice, but a little bit smug. Still, looks like she only works 6 months a year, and calls all her own shots, so go her.

motorcycles ("Zum!").

wipes away a happy tear

I'm not sure how I became that chick either.

Call me crazy, but the pole-dancing probably had something to do with it.

I sent that stripper shoe link to a friend of mine who had me promise over shots last night that in the event of his death I was to make sure a) that the funeral his family was at was to to be thouroughly square and buttoned up b) That we would have the real and rowdy funeral at the bar c) from the bar we would proceed to a strip club where the order of the receiving of table dances were to be me, friend M, my husband, friend T, and finally d) that friend M's wife would be nowhere near the fun parts of the funeral.

Somehow it seemed like something he should know about.

Bah. I'm trying to find a garage. I keep finding these garages that are 19' long (on the inside) and I need to store a car that's 18' 11".