Shit I shouldn't say on Facebook:
Dillo: Mom, is there a ball inside my penie?
Me: What you're feeling is inside your scrotum.  They're called testicles, and there are two of them.
Dillo: I can only find one.
time elapses...
Dillo: Mom, I DO have two testicles!  I'm feeling them right now!
	
 
		
		
Thanks smonster.
Congrats Calli!
Oh Mets. 
I am going to pack some boxes to cheer myself up.
	
 
		
		
Dear msbelle, I am taking you as my inspiration today as I do battle with the storage room. Culling! Organizing! No stopping to read the books that appear!
	
 
		
		
Glad I can be inspiration. I fear that should you people ever see my actal home, you would laugh yourselves silly thinking I ever inspired de-cluttering.
	
 
		
		
 I fear that should you people ever see my actal home, you would laugh yourselves silly thinking I ever inspired de-cluttering.
Look at it this way: I now have a path into different sections of the Storage Room! I didn't have that before.
	
 
		
		
Okay, have finished lunch. Back to the feral heaps of fabric I go!
	
 
		
		
 Shit I shouldn't say on Facebook:
So long as you say it here!  Hee!
	
 
		
		
flea, bwah! And definitely not for Facebook. 
Go, Jilli!
Congrats, Calli!
Accomplished so far: Took Matilda to circus class; used up a gift card on a mix of necessities (various household cleansers of which we were down to lid scrapings and fumes) and frivolities (haircolor and eyebrow tweezers yay!); sorted laundry; downloaded the last 4 eps of Parenthood to watch later while I'm folding said laundry. Now off to actually do the laundry and finish line edits on a piece I'm proofing for someone. 
Hec and Matilda are off to one of Emmett's baseball games, and it's blissfully quiet.