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Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
christmas spirit
Yesterday was the school sing at Michael's elementary. He was extremely excited for us to come watch him perform. He talked about it all week long, and reminded me repeatedly when to be there.
For someone so excited, he looked awfully serious. (He also looked awfully handsome.) (Although please note, I did talk him out of wearing this full three-piece suit. "But I am supposed to look handsome," he told me.)
Nothing like watching a bunch of 5-year-olds sing Feliz Navidad with homemade maracas to warm my grinchy heart.
For someone so excited, he looked awfully serious. (He also looked awfully handsome.) (Although please note, I did talk him out of wearing this full three-piece suit. "But I am supposed to look handsome," he told me.)
Nothing like watching a bunch of 5-year-olds sing Feliz Navidad with homemade maracas to warm my grinchy heart.
Monday, December 6, 2010
PREGNANT!
I'm so irritated today. So very, very irritated. With what, you ask? Well you, probably. For asking questions. And breathing so much. STOP IT. I'm not kidding. It's really getting on my nerves.
Also! kids! Why do they have to eat all the time? And hug and talk and play and stuff, what's that all about? I don't understand why they can't just sit quietly in the corner and read. Or at least make dinner for everyone! If you have managed to stay alive for four to five years, how have you not learned to make chicken soup? No, really. HOW.
So, did you notice that I'm looking a little down lately? No? What kind of friend are you, anyway? A jerky friend. A friend who's a jerk, that's you. I will call you Jerky Mcjerkface from now on, behind your back and also probably to your mean jerkface.
Unless...you did notice? and you were worried because I look a little down? and you want to help? Well, you know what would really help: if you MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS.
(and also make dinner, apparently the kids still did not get on that.)
You're sorry. I can tell. I'm touched. I might cry. Or laugh. Or call you big fat dumbface again, you don't know. Neither do I, to tell the truth. Things are getting all 'Harry Met Sally' up in here. It's probably safest to stay away, and if (when) it bothers me at least you won't know the difference.
In conclusion: either I'm a bitch or pregnancy is. whatever.
Also! kids! Why do they have to eat all the time? And hug and talk and play and stuff, what's that all about? I don't understand why they can't just sit quietly in the corner and read. Or at least make dinner for everyone! If you have managed to stay alive for four to five years, how have you not learned to make chicken soup? No, really. HOW.
So, did you notice that I'm looking a little down lately? No? What kind of friend are you, anyway? A jerky friend. A friend who's a jerk, that's you. I will call you Jerky Mcjerkface from now on, behind your back and also probably to your mean jerkface.
Unless...you did notice? and you were worried because I look a little down? and you want to help? Well, you know what would really help: if you MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS.
(and also make dinner, apparently the kids still did not get on that.)
You're sorry. I can tell. I'm touched. I might cry. Or laugh. Or call you big fat dumbface again, you don't know. Neither do I, to tell the truth. Things are getting all 'Harry Met Sally' up in here. It's probably safest to stay away, and if (when) it bothers me at least you won't know the difference.
In conclusion: either I'm a bitch or pregnancy is. whatever.
Friday, December 3, 2010
wishlist
Michael told me tonight he might ask Santa to bring him a Menorah.
that's really all I have to say about that.
that's really all I have to say about that.
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