Three days in a row of sleeping past nine (the kids have a teacher work day today, for which we are all grateful-- we were headed for serious burnout).

I almost don't know what to do with myself. Other than get coffee.

And it's gorgeous out.

And the highs are going to be in the low seventies.

And this week we're supposed to have lows in the 30s and 40s (woot!) and sunny, sunny highs in the 60s!

Now, coffee!

I can't believe nobody posted this bit at the end of that "Fox cancels world series" bit:

Major League Baseball will be offering refunds for tickets on all unplayed games. Fox, in the meantime, will schedule marthon showings of the recently renewed "Sarah Connor Chronicles." "Look, none of us here are pleased about the decision," emphasized Germaine. "This is the fastest we've ever canceled a series that didn't star Nathan Fillion."

Belated congrats to bon bon and Bob Bob.

We have a slim chance of snow already.

Today is Owen's field trip to a puppet show which Liv and I will also be attending in the afternoon. So we're looking forward to that.

More pumpkin carving this evening and possibly a pot roast for dinner.

I say bah! on Monday! Bah!!

Me too! Woke up in the dark, and I left the house five minutes late and got to work 15 minutes late, which pisses me off.

Hivemind, what kind of soup do I want to cook today?

Lentil?

Potato Leek!

tomato! or pumpkin!

I think Cashmere is winning.

Oh my god, y'all! We totally fell down on the job: no one sent bonBob roots!