The office complex where I work is experiencing some plumbing problems. Our office has the closest outlet to the main line. I have NEVER worked with my door shut, until today. The noise and the smell are about to kill me.

Pray that you never spend an hour on the phone with intuit technical support, only to be told “sorry, its our servers that are too busy. keep trying.”
Bastards. I KNOW it was your fault- the error message told me EXACTLY that. What are you going to DO about it.

BREKKE! In the event for most annoying toy given to my daughter for Christmas!
The keyboard given to Emma by my mother was a close second, but the Toy Parrot which records 9 seconds of sound and repeats it back at a high pitch just took the cake.

Brian and I are sitting in the library, speaking of random things when Emma comes in to show us her baby. (The baby I’d have never bought if I’d have realized at the time its the kind that can wet itself. Creepy)
Brian asks what the baby’s name is-”Lily!”
“Lilith?”
“No, Lily”
“You know,”I say, “Lilith was supposedly the first wife of Adam. I think if we ever have a daughter we should name her that. Cause I’m just a little pagan.”
“Honey, I know that. Anyone who wants a cloak has to be just a little pagan”

Two nights ago we were all three of us cuddling on the couch and Emma turned, looked at me with an odd look and said “Mom, where do babies come from?”
I laughed and told her when an egg was fertilized by a sperm a baby was made.
You could hear the panic in Brian’s voice when he said “Storks bring them!”
I laughed again and said “That won’t work, she already knows they grow in mommies bellies.”

I thought I had at least another couple of years before I had to worry about answering that question. And you note I didn’t give her the entire explanation- we are still having trouble with “DON’T SHOW YOUR BUTT TO ANTHONY!”

This morning I was putting on my shirt and she was right there with me. She was looking at me with a thoughtful expression and asked “Mom, when you run do your boo boos wiggle around?”
I had to laugh at this question too.
“I suppose they do, why do you ask?”
“Tracy Turnblad’s* do so I was just wondering.” Then she picked up one of my bras and wondered around until it was time for us to leave.

*Haven’t watched Hairspray yet? Why not? Go do it, its a wonderful show.

I cannot believe how busy I am with work. I think, okay I will get ahead(caught up) and then the day happens and I’m STILL behind. It sucks cause all the payroll clients who have come to expect me to have stuff done early (because I ALWAYS am early) are stopping by without calling first to pick it up. And I’m not done yet.

I’d never ask for an autograph from a celebrity. I’m not into the whole celebrity scene- if I saw Brad Pitt on the street I’d ignore him.
But the Bill Corbett of MST3K was very charitably giving out nicknames a couple of days ago and how could I resist? I have to admit I didn’t even know they had a blog, but when I found out I was so there.
HE NAMED ME DIGITS!!!!!!! or K 1099 and told me I could take my pick. I’ve never been like a crazy celebrity person (I thought) but I’m still glowing. If there were a way to throw panties via the internet I WOULD!

Does anyone else think slinkys are totally cool?

“Brian, can I watch Harry Potter?”
“No, but you may watch the rest of Narnia………………Unless I decide to tickle you to death first!”*
Wild giggling ensues for a moment and then all is silent. I hear the telltale whispers that mean I’m about to be ambushed. And ambushed I was. I was nibbled and tickled, the attack so ruthless the rolling chair I was seated in was pushed into the closet. After I yielded the attacking party- the young child and her horse- rode away to find cookies and other victims.
“I think I was just attacked by nargles!”
I had escaped with my life.

*It was at this point the attack occured. I survived and lived to write about it.