August 31, 2007

holy crack!

The other day I ran into a friend I hadn’t seen in a while. The last time I saw her, she was worried because her daughter wasn’t really talking yet. So of course the first thing I asked was, “Is she talking now?”

“Oh yes,” my friend said, “she never STOPS talking.”

I am familiar with that.

But my favorite part is this: her daughter, who is three, is in that great stage where she mishears things and then goes around repeating them at appropriate moments. Right now, her favorite expletive is “HOLY CRACK!” She says it all the time.

And since my friend told me that, I’ve been unable to stop saying it as well.

Because HOLY CRACK! works for anything.

This week, I’ve said it about Alberto Gonzales’ sudden resignation, the Elizabeth Edwards brouhaha, and the return of shoulder pads.

Actually that last one may have warranted some ACTUAL swear words. Because shoulder pads? HELL TO THE NO.

Also! Looking for something fun to do now that summer is over? How about joining The Working Closet Flickr pool? Because September is National Show Us What You’re Wearing to Work Month. Okay I made that last part up, but for the ENTIRE month of September, every single day, I will post a picture of what I’m wearing. And I want to see what YOU have on, too.

You can read all about it here.

Or! How about a closet makeover? More about that here. Sorry, there’s no $5,000 Visa involved, but I promise not to throw your existing clothes in the trash. Unless they really need to go.

Holy crack!

August 29, 2007

you would tell me if I were drooling, wouldn’t you?

The entire left side of my face is numb right now, which is really slowing me down. I had two of my four cavities filled this morning (I know, I originally said there were THREE but I was WRONG, how fun is that?) and now every time I go to put ChapStick on (which is about every 48 seconds because I am addicted) I rub it all over my face.

Sexay. (more…)

August 27, 2007

through sheer dumb luck, we all survived the weekend

Friday night, was Bingo Night at the boys’ school; it was also the first Cub Scout meeting of the year. Charlie wanted to play bingo, and Henry wants to be a Cub Scout, so Wade and I agreed that we would divide the responsibilities: I would take bingo and Charlie and he would take Scouting and Henry. But then Friday came and Wade had a late meeting and didn’t leave his office until 6:45 and he was racing to meet us at school by 7:00. Meanwhile, Charlie had decided that maybe bingo wasn’t what he thought it was going to be and was waffling about going (by which I mean he spent the afternoon whining, “I don’t WANT to play bingoooooo”), while Henry was yelling “IS IT TIME FOR CUB SCOUTS YET? WHEN WILL IT BE TIME FOR CUB SCOUTS? CAN WE GO NOW?”

I had to keep reminding myself that cocktails and bingo night probably don’t mix. (more…)