Poor Matilda. Those eggs hurt so bad when you ice them.

ow, I didn't know that so many divers had died in search of the elusive coelacanth....

That was an interesting read. I don't know whether I am grateful to not have such a lifelong obsession, or jealous.

Everything I read about the court fights on Prop 8 make me believe it has to be tossed out, and yet I couldn't believe people voted for the thing in the first place so I may not be objective.

Matilda's now conked out on the couch. She cried herself to sleep cuddling with me and watching old Betty Boop cartoons. The goose-egg side of her face is all smooshed down into the pillow so I can't see how bad it looks, but it's bound to be dreadful since we managed possibly five seconds of ice application (all in 0.5-second increments, several minutes apart).

At least she was talking and bouncing around and acting completely normal before she fell asleep (in fact, cheerful and not at all upset, right up until we came at her with the ice packs), and when I frantically Googled goose eggs and head trauma Google reassured me that the main benefit of ice is cosmetic -- the bumps look ugly but they don't harm the child.

Still, poor boo.

Also, the birthday party we're going to when she wakes up is for a daycare classmate whose mom had been all enthusiastic about signing her up for the same class as Matilda at the next session so they could be circus buddies. When the mom gets a look at Matilda's face this afternoon, that may change in a hurry.

I'm sending quiet, uneventful and low-stress weekend vibes to msbelle, ita and Teppy. Does anyone else need them while I've got 'em on tap?

Somebody needs to taste-test the weasel poop and weasel puke coffees against each other. Somebody not me.

Sail, there should be no problem. I'm not sure why Perkins got a bounceback or two. I'll have to check into it.

I've tried the weasel-poop coffee, and it wasn't bad.

My outbox says it went out okay. Hopefully, it gets received!

I don't know if I could drink weasel-anything coffee. Even if it tasted good, my brain would still be going "ewwwww."

After hearing about weasel-poop coffee, weasel-puke coffee sounds pretty tame.

Anyone know the French for "Surrender!"? Or of any French poetry that would have been famous in the Napoleonic era?

"Surrender!" would be "Livrez-vous!"

I can't help you with the poetry, not much to speak of I think. Not much literature from that period is read today. Sade, Chateaubriand, and maybe a few others.

If you can wait til Monday, I could look through my anthology of French poetry and probably come up with a few things.

My guess is that it won't be able to wait until tomorrow, even. But that is an assumption, based on BEARS.

Aww, poor Matilda. But OMG, she's old enough for tumbling?!?!

She can somersault, jump on the trampoline and hang from a bar and put up her feet. She won't go on the trapeze though that is part of the course.

Her lump has gone down after a nap and doesn't look so bad. She was mollified with chocolate milk and a Christmas cookie (blue star).

Usually I'm there to spot her on anything she's playing on at the Circus Center (and everything is padded except the wall). But another kid had run out underneath the bungie cord boat path and I had scooped her up to return her to her parents. I turned around in time just to see Matilda cry out and grab her head.