The New 7-11

After shopping at Babies R Us.



Me: That was odd. The guy in line in front of me was apparently single and didn't have a kid with him and all he bought was a Mountain Dew and some batteries. It seems like there are better places to shop if all you need is Mountain Dew and batteries.

Dave: Maybe he was shopping for a MILF.

Me: Could be (thinking: I guess I don't qualify. ::Sigh:: Wait that guy was gross, why do I care?)

Guess What I'm Re-reading

If you're not a Harry Potter fan you can skip this one.

It occurs to me that Harry was only 15 months old when he was dumped on the Dursley's doorstep. He may not yet have been sleeping through the night and he'd just been through something seriously traumatic so I'm sure he had nightmares. He's very lucky the Dursley's didn't just smother him.

Sorry that was a rather dark thought. It's odd now that I'm a Mom I see things from the parent (or care giver) point of view where I used to see it from the child's.*



*Note: After reading that through I realise it makes me sound pro child smothering. I'm not, hurting children is bad. I meant that I was seeing the difficulties of adopting a young traumatised child & the Dursley's are pretty rotten people.

Victory is Mine!!!!!

Conversation last night as Dave was getting Fiona out of the bath.

Dave: Okay it's time to get out now then you know who we're gonna see.

Fiona: Mama

Dave: Yes good girl! That's right. Can you say it again?

Fiona: Mama

Dave brings her out to the living room wrapped in a towel

Dave: What do you say?

Fiona: Mama

Me: Oh thank you baby girl!

Dave: Say ni night mama

Fiona: (looking confused) Mama

Me: That's alright I'll take Mama over ni night any time

As they walk down the hall she looks at me over his shoulder

Fiona: Ni night!

Because Cats LOVE Camping...Right?

Every time we go to Costco and I see those tiny little models of the tents they sell I always think, "Valdi would love this. How can I get one?"

I Thought it Sounded Like a Good Idea

I was walking down the hall at work and saw Dave with a big stack of flattened boxes. I observed that that is a lot of boxes. He agreed that indeed it was. Suddenly I had the best idea.

Me: You could make a fort!

Dave: Yeah I could block the hall and defend my position.

Me: And throw paperclips at people

Dave: I'd get fired though

Me: (sadly) Yeah....(excitedly)If we win the lottery you totally have to do it though.

Dave: Or I could just stay home

Me: Well yes but come on fired for building a box fort, you'd be legendary!

Of Corse My Pants are Dry Clean Only

My Mom gave Fiona a bucket and shovel. Dave filed it with flour. This was a great idea.

Something I Don't Get to Say Very Often

Ha ha ha ha I have thwarted you with my superior knowledge of physics!