I will now rationalize how living a few days without motivation to do anything productive with my earthly probation is probably okay:
1) Not changing into real clothes -- especially an underwire -- can sometimes be therapuetic and therefore is not a sin. Right?! Right?! I think so.
2) Not cleaning the bedrooms is okay because flibberdy diggit, I just don't want to!
3) If sitting on the couch watching Oprah and N.C.I.S. reruns makes me a little softer, so be it! I will hold my head up when the Double B comes home from work, because dangit -- flab is not a sin!
Oh, guess what. I just saw my neighbor walk into her backyard and put her children on the trampoline IN HER PAJAMAS!!! muh-ha-ha!!! Female justification is at hand!!! Just kidding. All this really means is that the poor woman did not realize I am sitting at my computer with the blinds open and could see her. I caught her unawares. And she's picking up trash, so I'm seeing a nice rear view. Ah. I'm glad for neighbors for that reason alone -- it makes us feel like part of a community, shall we say.
The song playing is "If Only," by Goldfinger and probably the song I listened to the very most between 15-17. I simply adored it, bet you didn't know that.
I will now share a charming story: Tuesday was K.J.'s preschool report. He chose to do it on dinosaurs, so we made a poster of his various illustrations (he's really quite a talented artist, his mother modestly admits) and prepared a few comments, including informative tidbits. He brought one of his dinosaur books and two favorite dino's, and a little wooden triceratops for each classmember which I found at Roberts for a mere .50 cents a piece. He was VERY excited and did such an adorable job, I was really proud of him. At one point a wee little classmate asked him how they know about dinosaurs and he said "the museums, and the ... museum-ers." (meaning paleontologists). We recorded it, so one day when I get REALLY hightech I may put a little clip on. That's one day.
For the last half hour Olivia has been running around the house screaming "hot dog! hot dog!" It took me a long time to figure out what she was saying, and a long time to comfort her when I told her that we are currently out of hot dogs. Sigh. It's cruel to withhold a cheese frank from a deserving little girl. I'll have to see what I can do about that.
Well, with that exercise in typing, I bid you adieu. Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say adieu 'till it be morrow. (Or whatever it is Juliet says). Cheddar-filled sausages for you all!