I have my first cold and sore throat of the season and will now treat you to a cold-medication induced blog post. At least I finally learned (at thirty-seven) to stock up on cold meds *before* anyone got sick.
Yes, my birthday was last month. The day was a comedy of errors, culminating in Graham pulling over the table that Kevin the parakeet's cage sits on. Kevin now has a nice hook to hang from by the window.
As we stared at the bird seed and poo scattered all over our dining room floor, Scott declared a Saturday birthday do-over, which didn't work either. Scott: "OK, so when we do your birthday again on SUNDAY..." Me: "How many birthdays do I get?" Scott, grimly: "As many as it takes."
This is the same man who convinced our children that "Jump Around" is Mommy's favorite song and that I want it to be the ring tone on my phone.* Yet he doesn't see the humor when I call the baby 'Graham Master Flash.' Weird.
Y'know, three of my four children can eat dairy. Sometimes, I cook with dairy. And sometimes, I link to a recipe and don't feel the need to explain the dairy-free substitutions to someone who doesn't need to know them. I KNOW. It's CRAZY. I should ALWAYS be dairy free! It's right there in my name! I should change the post title to "I'm the [dairy-free] cream of the crop!" It's false advertising! What about my BRAND?
I have been drinking the couponing Kool-Aid. Yesterday I bought 3 gallons of soymilk for $9! But I'm still going to give the younger children dairy milk! Because I am EEVIL.
*All because I sarcastically replied, "Jump around!" when he told me something not very exciting. I'm a treasure.