Oh and Sheryl, I loved your post about bathing the baby. It reminds me of something one of my friends said to me back in the days when we were both raising wee babbles. With babies, there is no quality time / regular time, it's all bonding time.

Sleep studies when you and the sleep doc are pretty sure you have Displaced Sleep Phase Disorder are kinda sucky. Yes, they let me check in at 1am, so there would be the shortest possible time between wiring me up and my falling asleep, but that doesn't change the fact I fell asleep sometime around 2:30, had really fitful and disturbed sleep, and then was woken up around 9:15.

Aside from having to retrieve a pot from the far lands of the Bottom Corner of the Cabinets, I haven't been particularly put out. This event has revealed giant, gaping holes in the county's communications abilities, and I've been amused at watching the county flail about online. After going hours not telling residents anything about why they might have no or little water, which led to the kind of backlash you might expect, the county is tweeting its little heart out and busily updating its Facebook page, which it created YESTERDAY. Oops.

Admittedly, a lot of people have been busy getting indicted or watching the trial of the county CEO, who was just convicted of shaking down companies for campaign donations before they could do business with the county. He seemed like such a nice guy, too. Much nicer than the previously indicted CEO.

(To be fair, county employees do some things really well. It is, for example, almost spooky how efficient the DMV is. We just need a better class of elected officials.)

I kind of love Beverly's answer although I would never have the ovaries to do it.

I love that she's an honorable enough person to then actually go away for the weekend!

Man, if someone shows up unexpected for an overnight visit, I am not entirely sure there'd be a clear path to the guest bedroom, let alone laundered linens.

So I went outside to try to deal with the horehound, and additionally found about a million goathead sprouts. I'm sure there is a more efficient way to deal with them than me plucking them singly, but there is no way in hell I am letting them get any kind of foothold. The horehound is bad enough, all sticky and poky, but the goatheads are horrible spikes of unexpected doom and must not be suffered to live.

I think it's going to call for more artillery than I have currently to hand, though.

Horehound you can at least make into cough syrup. We have goatheads here, too, and they are bad news. Good luck to you, Liese.

I'm still finding goat heads from my week in NM. And that was just from walks in the desert, my parents keep them in check in the yard (this involves a burn barrel at the back of the yard.)

Think I'm going to try to goodwill some boxes of clothes. But this means I need to go through them. But first check if the goodwill/savers donations are open tomorrow.

I fortunately do not have them in my yard. Ugh.

Dammit, this flan is still not flanified! I give up. it eats fine out of the jar.

Two boxes in car, one bag of gently worn bras from when my weight was dropping. Now, savers or goodwill? Savers has some transparency critiques laid against it, but they recycle what they can't sell. Goodwill, I don't know. Both are on the same street, so.

And I can go to Harbor Freight!

Man, if someone shows up unexpected for an overnight visit, I am not entirely sure there'd be a clear path to the guest bedroom, let alone laundered linens.

We always have couches and clean blankets, but I'll be honest: there's a list of about 8 people who could get away with turning up on our doorstep for an overnight stay, and at least half of them are Buffistas.