Seriously, this woman's real name is actually Beushausen? Could she actually be any more Munchausen? [link]

Didn't she read Allyson's book?

I did not know that Steven Spielberg's son is black.

Theo was adopted by Kate Capshaw before her marriage to Spielberg--who then adopted Theo as well.

Seriously, this woman's real name is actually Beushausen? Could she actually be any more Munchausen?

I'm shocked! Shocked to find out that people are lying about having sick children on the internet!

I turned in paperwork today to volunteer for a Parent to Parent mentoring program. I hope it turns out well.

Ugh, that story is terrible.

I am also annoyed by the cost-of-Air-Force-One story linked on the page, even though the article mentions GWB going to Texas. I realize we are in a recession, but for crying out loud, the president has to travel around. And Obama doesn't seem to be on vacation much so far...

Argh-- edit done. Irony, thy name is kick my ass. Just as I was posting about Pisces being heartworm free, my best friend texted me that she had to take her three year-old pug for her final vet visit. Cancer took darling Peanut.

Fuck cancer.

Fuck cancer indeed.

But I'm very happy about Pisces, Barb.

hm ... it strikes me that the one good thing about Munchausens by Internet is that it doesn't involve hurting real kids.

yeah, kind of a sad "good" thing, but I'm trying really hard to look on the bright side.

ita, so sorry, that sucks. Good fortune with the other guys.

Baby possums are cute until they open their deadly gaping mouths full of sharp teeth. Possums look like what everybody's nightmare of rats looks like. Actual rats aren't as scary-looking as possums. billytea's list of possum facts made me shudder.

toddlerpedes

AAIIIGH.

Announcement: Not five minutes ago I had a Hecubot and an Emmett in my very own house.

Analysis: You may all commence with the jealousy.

wrod.

Announcement: Not five minutes ago I had a Hecubot and an Emmett in my very own house.

Analysis: You may all commence with the jealousy.

Already three days ahead of you, babe.

Except for the part where I have been a home improvement demon while they were out. Just got back from a late lunch spent at home excavating our closet; sorting everything into clean and put-awayable; clean and give-awayable; and stank; hauling another huge bag down to recycling and a small bag to composting; dropping off a dress and a sweater at the drycleaner's and donating two dozen wire hangers (they reuse and recycle, bless 'em); and taking another bag of stuff back to work for shredding.

Tonight: seal the bathtub grout; shellac the desk; laundry.

Tomorrow: clean up odds and ends; make dinner for my dad since Matilda and I won't be around for Father's Day.

Wednesday: finish tidying; bundle Matilda into her pjs and bundle pj'd Matilda into the car to pick up Hec and Emmett; cover them both with kisses when they arrive.