Life with a clean refrigerator has been so fulfilling and busy that I haven't had time to blog. That, and Larry is still gallivanting around the world whilst neglecting his carpooling and bedtime-story responsibilities here at home. There had better be some good chocolate in this for me, that's all I have to say. Ahem.
Of course there are benefits to having a traveling husband: I haven't been woken by snoring in over a week; I can waste time playing Scramble on Facebook without anyone threatening to pull the plug, as it were; and I can call plumbers, electricians, and assorted other fix-it men to repair assorted household problems without a certain someone lunging for the phone and yelling, "I said, I'll get to it!"
Don't worry, Larry - I still want you home. Bearing chocolate, of course...
Has everyone seen this ducky video yet? Aren't those West Coast people so cute? I don't think that would have happened in New York; some joker would have led those ducks to Chinatown instead of the river, I'll bet.
Oh, dear, duty calls. I gave Susie a Freezer Pop as recompense for my pinching her chin with her bike helmet buckle, and now she is complaining it is too cold. You know that book How To Talk So Kids Will Listen? I just thought of a sequel: How To Talk So Kids Will Shut Up. Because isn't that what most of us are really looking for?