And how was your morning?

Me: K, don't you ever get tired of being grumpy?

K: NO! I love being grumpy! I HATE HAPPINESS!

Me: Oh. Well, I won't buy you any Christmas presents this year, then. I wouldn't want to make you happy against your will....since you hate it so much.

K: <stewing in silence>

Miscellany

E: Mommy, I wouldn't trade you for anything. Not even if someone could <poof> give me a Nintendo DSI RIGHT NOW.

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My mother misread the last part of my post the other day and thought I said an unfortunate Dorothy Hamill look landed on my LIP. So I laughed for ten minutes picturing a Dorothy Hamill-style mustache.

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My friend L just sent an email about how we used to love buying boots because they were cool and looked awesome and sexy ... but now she just had a conversation with a friend about how the friend's new boots were awesome because they fit her orthotics.


See, I'm not funny. I'm just surrounded by funny people.

What is up with that mirror?

Looked into the same mirror yesterday (the one that revealed the Eugene Levy eyebrows to me recently) and realized that I was totally rockin' a Dorothy Hamill.

And I'm not even going to translate that or post a picture for anyone born in the '80's who doesn't know who Dorothy Hamill is.  Look her up, kids. And make sure you're looking at SEVENTIES Dorothy, because that's the unfortunate look that landed on my lid yesterday.

Where are we drawing the line?

Exactly how far are we going to go with this excessively-turtled turtleneck trend?

I only ask because I almost managed to put my sweater on completely upside down this morning.

Things I should really know how to do by now

1)  Make a pot of tea.
2)  Apply eye make-up.
3)  Sew a button.

Well, that's some perspective

I went for a massage last night.

My RMT is an Ironman triathlete.

Which is awesome when I have to go to him for my sore muscles from typing.  Or the time -- my hand to God -- I had to go to him because I hurt myself by knitting.

He asked me if I was still running, and I blathered on for a bit about how hard I am finding it to fit a work out into my schedule now that I'm not at Teranet anymore. (There was a gym in the building, so I used to go there during my lunch hour.) I mentioned that I keep getting up early, planning to work out, but it just doesn't happen.

Then he mentioned that he, too, was finding it hard to fit in an early morning work out. Because now that his training is ramping up (he hasn't done an Ironman in 8 years) he's at the point where he has to start fitting two work outs into his day.

Considering that his one work out yesterday involved running 10 miles....and now he's fixin' to do that twice a day....

I managed to get up and dance along with a Wii game for 30 minutes this morning.

Do I get a gold star?

I guess she wanted to keep going

Last night around 11 pm, I heard someone moving in the girls' room. Parents, you will understand that trick--waking up at the slightest sound, because somewhere in your subconcscious you know that you're going to have to jump out of bed soon...

Then I heard a thumping sound -- bumpbumpbumpbumpbump.

And a voice saying, "I can do this."

I walked in the door to find S, completely asleep, standing beside K's bed saying "Trick or treat!" over and over again.

K wasn't answering, so I'm glad S didn't have any sleepwalking access to eggs or TP.  K could've woken up to quite a mess this morning...