My daughter is a crazy person. We just got back from Kezar Stadium -- she ran her not-quite-three self three laps around the track, and up and down the seating steps a couple of times, then one lap around the top. It's cold and windy and foggy and she is dripping with sweat; she ran the last half lap with her tongue hanging out like a puppy. There were various blank-a-thon teams in training and boot camp groups and whatnot all over the stadium, and all the coaches were cheering her on. Because they're all crazy. It's colder than a witch's tit out there!
Now she is playing with Hec's Yellow Submarine toys, making Ringo dance and sing songs from
Beauty and the Beast.
How is she not dead of exhaustion? God knows I am.
How much tequila does a toddler take?
Alas, we have no tequila. Bubble bath and a bottle of milk with a hefty jigger of cognac will have to do.
For me. I don't know what Matilda's going to do for dinner.
Is anyone following the story of the couple in Florida who was killed? The parents had 12 children, several of whom were adopted and had special needs.
They've now arrested and charged *eight* people in the killings. It was a fucking conspiracy, though I don't think the authorities have talked about what the motive was. It's just incomprehensible.
I've been following that a little bit. It's just so fucking bizarre.
Haven't followed it but jeez louise that sounds awful Dana.
It's really awful. Nine of the kids (had to listen to the newscaster like three times to be sure she wasn't saying "none") were home at the time too.
Now she is playing with Hec's Yellow Submarine toys, making Ringo dance and sing songs from Beauty and the Beast. How is she not dead of exhaustion? God knows I am.
Someone once asked me if I wished I had my kids' energy. I told them I did--once--the little snots sucked the energy and life right out of me!
