I have been desperately trying to think of something to tell you about other than my Angry Demon Child and the Teeth of Despair, although actually she is mostly back to Angel Princess mode despite the fact that she is still covering her toddler pillow with sad little bloodstains on a daily basis. I thought I might tell you about how I spent half of nap time yesterday checking all of Mia's dolls and animals for anatomical correctness, and the other half on my hands and knees scrubbing the hardwood, but one of those things is a little embarrassing, so I decided to skip it. (It is also a little embarrassing to note that until I got spell check in my browser I had been misspelling embarrassing for my entire adult life.)
Instead, I will tell you that I found out yesterday that we will be having a niece rather than a nephew come July or so, and that I have spent a goodly portion of the past week wondering whether little people are offended by Little People and also why all the female Little People are wearing poofy skirts and petticoats, which I think is an unsafe choice around farm machinery and someday one of those Little People is gonna lose a leg in a combine and that won't be pretty, no not at all.
(Mia just handed me a three-hole punch, a pack of cd labels, a cherry Chap Stick, one of my very own hairs, and a pencil eraser, so if any of you can think of a rockin' craft project involving those items and only those items I am totally prepared.)
Oh, right, I'll stop stalling. I was looking at my stats this week (which I rarely do, because it just makes me care and I try hard not to care) and noticed that I do more traffic over here than at the other place by, um, several orders of magnitude. And I don't expect the traffic to be the same, but I sort of started wondering why it was so different. So, if you read over here and not over there and if there is a reason for it and if you don't mind telling me what it is, I would appreciate hearing it. Unless it is rude or you want to tell me that I suck, which you can just keep to yourself. Oh, ok, if it is rude and likely to make me cry I guess you ought to tell me about it just so I will know, but in that case maybe you could email it to me so the entire internet doesn't have to share in my shame? Anyway, just wondering.
Whoops, have to go read, let's see... Biscuit's New Trick, which will be the seventeenth time through a Biscuit tome in the past 90 minutes. The glamor, I tell you, sometimes it just about does me in.