I didn't do any of my onerous tasks this evening. FAIL.

No. That's the exciting thing. You can't fail right now because we're spoiling you.

Probably the cutting of the tail holes in diapers will still need to be done at home.

For your neighbor's demonic babies with their long lizard tails!

In Japanese, small round things are counted differently than long thin things.

Navajo has all these classes of things. It's crazy. If a person or an animate something is sitting, it's different from if it's a thin flappy sort of object like a newspaper or a coat, or if it's a mushy item like oatmeal, or or or. I have no hope.

If his wig is big enough, he probably wouldn't even hear the phone.

Right? I mean, I appreciate the introduction, other bigwig, but if the bigwig in question who is supposed to help me out with my technological marketing won't talk to me over email, I feel somewhat dubious.

Finally on the internerd. 12 hours of just work + commute, and once I got home, I found that my cell phone had died, likely permanently (do you think I can make it 'til the Verizon iphone?) and the power was out on my block. Sort of put my plans to eat while talking on the phone with Bob out of whack. But now the power is back, cats are maniacking, and I have a glass of wine and Top Gear in hand.

Finally on the internerd.

If ever I get an apprentice, that is so what I'm calling them.

This spoiling thing is pretty rockin', I gotta say.

For your neighbor's demonic babies with their long lizard tails!

I feel like Calli should be weighing in on this, as my next-door neighbor. If she's got a demon baby, she's doing an excellent job of disguising it as a friendly cat.

(do you think I can make it 'til the Verizon iphone?)

We could start a support group?

If she's got a demon baby, she's doing an excellent job of disguising it as a friendly cat.

That IS a good disguise. An unfriendly cat is very obviously like a demon baby. But friendly cats are not demonic at all. Nor are sleeping cats.

well, huh. you people are completely batshit crazy. I am not sure I can hang out here anymore.

I completed one last onerous task for the day, I cuddled my child in bed until he was asleep and told him he could never do anything that would make me love him less, that I would never not love him, now would he please stop trying.

piles of candy wrappers found under his bed and my, MY, box of raspberry zingers over half gone.

Aw, msbelle. You made me snerk and sniffle in the same post.

Brian Williams is hysterical. How did I not know this?

I did almost none of my work-related onerous tasks. But when I got home I fed the dog and went climbing, and that was good.

Now I am avoiding doing the dishes. And eating leftovers.

As for the topic du evening, I prefer grey.

msbelle, sometimes I think Noah and mac are sharing some sort of developmental state. Noah does all of this shit designed to piss us off and when we get mad, he freaks out and cries and needs to be reassured that we still love him.

Yesterday he bit Grace on the arm hard enough to leave teeth marks. Grace is a perfect target (which long term terrifies me) as she cannot make noise and when he was punished he went into hysterics about how we didn't love him anymore.

The whole thing is beyond exhausting, let alone day in and day out.

Here's to hoping smoother days are on the horizon for you.