Hmmm. Now that I don't have you people feeding me lines anymore, I don't quite know what to say for myself. Maybe I'll make a format change and do all questions, all the time.
Hotty McBanktellersons didn't give me a lollipop today. I am depressed that he so clearly doesn't love me anymore.
I was singing along to the radio this morning, (Indigo Girls) (Oh shut up, like you never) and Mia shushed me. Now, I admit that my voice sounds best when backed by a very loud recording of someone else singing the song, but I can carry a tune in my rather nondescript alto way, and my toddler shushed me. That stings.
Mia is in a bad ass mood, and I am working on about 45 minutes of sleep so really it's like a crappy fucking mood-fest around here today. You should all come over. Bring liquor.
Last night, in the interlude between getting out of her dinner-splattered clothes and getting into her pajamas, Mia started pointing at her dresser and pitching a fit. Chris finally figured out that she wanted a wipe, so I gave her one, and she proceeded to use it as one generally uses baby wipes. Then, she did the same for Chris. And just so I didn't feel left out, she did the same for me. (We were both wearing pants, just in case you were concerned.) I mention this just so that you know that while we might be a rather odd and kooky family, thanks to Mia we all have very clean bottoms. It's nice to finally have something going for us.