It is Not Okay for a mother to have her oldest child register for Junior High and buy a swimsuit that makes her look like she has an actual figure both in one week.
Because just a couple weeks ago she was selling girl scout cookies for the fifth year in a row. She's just a baby. But she's a twelve-year-old baby who looks fourteen or fifteen in her new swimsuit.
We're not making it to Norwescon for our anniversary this year. We've missed once before (in 2011), but it's still a bit depressing, you know? Mostly this is because Laston's contract does not include paid time off and they required
But Abby's dad and Leanna's mom will still have their respective kids, and Lizzy is still spending the weekend at Grandma's, and so Laston and I will have a nice date night. Maybe date night-and-day. We just won't have them in the company of 3000 of our favorite nerds. And with Laston's back all screwed up (a legacy of the House Move of Doom) it's probably just as well that he won't be walking all over the SeaTac Doubletree for two days straight.
On that note, those of you who do go, please have a good time, and fee free to text (or Facebook or Google Plus) me anything you think I would particularly enjoy. And if anyone in the Dealers' Room has Laston's book, Copy Me, please think about purchasing a copy. They're good stories!
Sometimes it's a Good Thing to sit and watch stupid TV with the kids all Sunday afternoon. I mean, we have to do enough laundry that no-one goes naked to school tomorrow, and I had to run the dishwasher so we can eat our spaghetti without getting it everywhere. But the rest can wait until tomorrow.
Miz Liz earned eighteen cubes in her Good Behavior trial last week. There was a max possible of twenty-five, and with eighteen she not only earned the Beanie Baby (at twelve cubes, and she chose the Queen of Hearts in a Teacup one), but she earned a sleepover with Miss Nat.
This whole thing was an ingenious invention of her first grade teacher to assist Lizzy in learning to avoid zero-to-sixty snit fits and teenage brat behavior (like rolling her eyes and stomping off in a huff. Wonder where she learned that one). She starts with five cubes a day, and one gets taken away for each instance of unwanted behavior. Her best day ended with five (yay!) and her worst with two (boo). For every twelve cubes she gets a prize, and the idea is that by the end of this trial she'll have developed better habits.
When living in a house with gamers (and being one), somehow phrases like, "You hit the Laundromat. And it noticed," are par for the course.
I really like my job. This is not sarcasm. It's not really that different from other customer service jobs I have had, but I just feel very very comfy at AT&T.
One should never buy mechanical pencils or razors at the dollar store. The former do not work well and the latter are apparently one-shot.
I'm sleepy.
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