If you don’t care about reading anything of substance this morning, welcome home! Take a load off.
This morning, just after we pulled up outside Viva’s school: “I’m hungry.” I know that you know that Viva had already had breakfast – a yogurt smoothie, part of a bagel, and her vitamins – so this may strike you, as it did me, as surprising.
I grabbed my lunch from the front seat and gave her half of my peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
An aside: Viva lately has declared a pox on all things sandwich-related, objecting strenuously to any kind of food item placed between two pieces of bread. This has led to me making tortilla wraps, open-faced bagel sandwiches, and when all else fails, sending her to school with meatless chicken nuggets and a container of ketchup. (She also gets a container of fresh fruit, some kind of veggie or salad, crackers or tortilla chips, and usually a treat like a granola bar or banana bread or cookies.) I was skeptical that half of my PB&J would soothe the savage beastie.
Well, shut my mouth, because she grabbed it and chowed down. I left her happily munching away in her classroom. She barely deigned to say goodbye.
So much for my lunch. I just ate the other half and all that’s left of my lunch is fruit salad. It’s 9:15. Woe.
Even less meaty:
My birthday party plans have somewhat petered out. The place where I want to have the party doesn’t take reservations for groups larger than 12 (I was hoping to invite 20 people), and they don’t have a private room. Bastardos! I’m trying to regroup and figure out where to go from here. You know, in between working and parenting and spousing and all that.
And as I am working on my latest writing project – fleshing out someone else’s ideas for a program – I await some flashes of brilliance. Alas, uninspired prose rules the day.
I need to update my blogroll (hello, new friends) and links and what the hell, the blog template too. Are you as bored with it as I am?
My favorite headline thus far in the Mel Gibson flap: “Gibson's Newest 'Lethal Weapon' — His Mouth.” Hee hee. What an ass.