How can this go wrong?

I think the best time to decide to go see the Go-Go's at Casino Rama is when both parties involved (in separate cities) admit to having consumed several glasses of wine.

So, I don't want to brag, but I'm going to see the Go-Go's. (Note: I'm totally bragging.)

Good to know

So, it turns out that the one, true and ultimate thing that makes me go stark raving, foaming at the mouth, bat-shit crazy is: giving medication to a child who is so determined to not take the medicine that she throws it back up on me.
Just in case anyone was trying to figure out some Saw-like torture situation for me...

Fly Ninja

DH is a fly ninja.

The other night, he dropped two who were in mid-flight, and then he got one that had landed ON the fly swatter.

So then I called him to action the next day because a fly was attacking me when I was getting out of the shower (what is it with bugs and me and the shower?)...and he got it by snapping it WITH A TOWEL.

I think hearts were coming out of my eyes.

Gonna fly now

This should give you an idea of how low I've set the bar for myself/how filthy my bathtub was...

I finished cleaning the tub, and now I've got the Rocky theme song in my head.

Lovely

I went for a walk at lunch in the sweltering heat.

Came back, did some work, got up to get something, came back to my desk, looked down, and realized I had left a big, sweaty, wet spot on my chair.

I felt like Poppy from Seinfeld.

I can't make this stuff up

As the girls were literally climbing all over DH yesterday (while he was trying to lie on the lawn chair and relax), one of the girls pulled up the blanket they had put over him and yelled:

"Okay guys, look out, I'm going in by his butt cheeks! Hey Pop! I named your butt cheeks! They're named Tooty and Bob!"

But it's still good

The self-righteousness I feel when I hang the clothes out to dry is always tempered by the fact that my neighbours can see all of our raggedy undies.