Sick Day.

Amelia has Striped Throat. We are treating it with amoxicillin, My Little Ponies, and Starburst. She wanted to know why her germ is such a big deal, and most regretably, I decided to tell her about rheumatic fever. Now her heart hurts. Smooth one, Mommy. Smoooooth.

Today Amelia didn't want to go out (this was lucky, as my car battery is extremely dead) so we had a nice lazy Saturday at home. I realized Amelia has never made play-dough, so we whipped up this batch:

I liked the recipe enough, but I more than doubled the oil to get the consistancy right. Next time we make it, I'll add some glycerine.

Amelia wanted to make people, so we dyed the dough in light & dark skin colors and some pastels. I thought we could roll out the pastels after we made the people, and cut out clothing for them, but then Amelia changed her mind about what she wanted to do with the dough....

Oh, well.

Blogging to nobody, part 2

Blogging is hard. More later.

An Introduction, of sorts.

Good evening.

(clears throat)

(wheezes a woeful harmonica note)

Oooooooooooooooooooh...

i aint tryin to shave your legs
make smiley faces with your bacon and eggs
consort to report you and teleport you
have the INS deport you
judge your sin or eat your dinner
in an inn to make you thinner
crack your back or feed you tacs or
give you flack or eat your snack or
make things odd or be a bother
it's like: Luke, I'm NOT your father
no
i ain't lookin to git with you
shoot the shit and knit with you
sit with you and drink your grog
pet at your mom or discredit your dog
mess up your credit or edit your blog
kiss your sister, fist your mister,
twist your wrist or pop your blister
beat you at Twister, Scrabble, or Clue
Axis n Allies, or Cranium, too
all I really wanna do
is Baby,
be friends with you



Thank you. (Tips hat)
That's all.