I need to clean out my brain (and my car–still piled with all my office junk). It is day 3 of summer “vacation” (aka “just work a different job, a little less often”), and I can already feel the summer slipping away. We’ve already had one tiny vacation with old, dear friends. Too bad it’s over. I’m really trying to have a real social life for the next little while. Also going to try out a dance class with a friend (I dance like a white girl, as I’m sure you can imagine). I need to exercise in a bad way.
The tag on my car is expired. Why is it so hard to get to the stupid emissions place?
Baby Girl is becoming a demanding little booger (she’s kind of cute, though). Her current thing is finding a post-it note pad and pens, dragging them over to us, and SCREAMING, “A! A! A! E! E! E! O! O! O!” This means we are to write letters and ask her what they are. She DOES NOT want to write herself–just for us to write for her. We, like all good first-time parents, initially took this as a sign of her superior intellect. Now…it’s just a little annoying. Mostly pride-inducing, but also a little annoying because of the pitch, volume, and frequency of the demand.
The checkbook has disappeared and I. can. not. find. it. It is driving me out of my freaking mind. You’d think I would get used to losing things. I don’t.
Okay. Baby Girl is screaming. Back later.
