M: Isn't this supposed to be, like, a Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday thing?
N: Your readers are eager.
Okay, I get it. I'm popular. But the past couple weeks, I've also been busy. You don't care though, do you? Who cares if Erin has a term paper and a take-home final, you say to yourself. You just want jokes!
Well I'll tell ya one thing that ain't funny: a toddler with an ear infection and a low-grade fever. Ethan's sudden downward spiral yesterday afternoon forced me to reschedule his First Haircut (which I tweeted about). So no material there...no hairdresser-seat meltdowns, no adorable baby watching his goldilocks fall to the floor while his mother weeps in true Mommy Blogger Anguish. Just a sick baby who wants his mommy and a mommy who, although she wishes she could make him feel better, might be a little bit pleased that she's needed so desperately again.
So, what else? Um, the 'rents are headed to Chicago this afternoon because they sold their house! They'll be moving the last of their things out in sub-freezing temperatures! Which I think is pretty hysterical, and also the cause of my mom's recent attitude problems. ("If any packages arrive while we're gone, don't touch, jiggle or sniff!")
I've had weird dreams lately, which I'm attributing to both a change in one of my prescriptions and an excess of Battlestar Galactica. Go ahead, make fun. And while you're laughing, here's Jamie Bamber reprising his role as Captain Apollo.
And this is an actual reproduction of one of my all-time favorite Battlestar Galactica scenes. Need I say more?