Timelies all!

Happy Birthday Calli! Happy Birthday Burrell!

Hmmm, among the nicknames given the not-so-little little guy are DestructoToddler, Mr. Grabby Hands and Mr. S. I'll have to ponder this.

Thank for the birthday wishes. It has been a good day. Despite grading! In part because my house is cleaner now and I didn't clean it, and plus there will be cupcakes later.

I am NOT watching tonight's debate. It's my birthday, and I don't wanna.

Yeah for someone else cleaning! And cupcakes too. Happy birthday.

Yay for cupcakes! And someone else cleaning. Happy Birthday, Burrell, and Calli!

No debate watching here. Unless, you know, live baby devouring on camera.

And sorry for the need, Dana, but here's hoping for a big improvement.

I want a cupcake. Maybe a dark chocolate one that would go best with the red wine I am consuming with the debate.

May the surgery be easy and effective, Dana.

Typo, much insurance~ma sent. It is a huge hassle even without all the bureaucratic garbage. You should at least try talking to the bank manager. They may have the authority to wave the fee. When I complained about one of the boys accounts being changed to a fee account they changed it back to free.

No debate watching here. Unless, you know, live baby devouring on camera.

See, I was thinking that Trump would tear off his fake skin, revealing his horrific alien visage. Then he'd shoot lasers out of his eyes, and only Hilary's Jedi reflexes would save her.

So yeah, if this or baby-eating happens, please let me know. Otherwise no watching for me.

(In The Force Awakens, General Leia Organa kept reminding me of Hillary. Is something wrong with my brain?)

Welcome home, Connie!

Happy birthday Calli & Burrell!

Sigh, Dana.

Someone pooped in the pool, so no swim. Uhg, but I got some errands done.

Tomorrow, I am taking the whole day off (because I can! I have the hours!) and cleaning the car, picking up a few last minute food items if my parents require, putting a few more things away and a final straightening, swimming early and then PICKING MY PARENTS UP AT THE AIRPORT!

I need to decide where to take them for an easy, inexpensive dinner on the way home. They'll be hungry and tired.

Oh & lisah: where did Kiss&Makeup go?

I just got back from making calls for the. Outnumbered Dems.

Slow night.

Also it is crazy humid here.

So of course, I start to relax into my new life, and the universe snickers. Faux Son said there have been a rash of parking lot robberies in my new town, so I figured it was time to start locking the car up. Just to discover that my driver's side door doesn't unlock, not even with the little switch from inside, not even with the key partway turned. So tomorrow's day of lounging has become tomorrow's day of crawling in through the passenger side and driving the now very short drive to my garage. This is bound to be expensive, they'll probably have to take the inside of the door off.

Bah.

Typo, this is an all encompassing may it work out better 'ma.