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Friday, September 28, 2012
Thursday, September 27, 2012
So THAT'S what's wrong with me...
BEARING SONS CAN ALTER YOUR MIND
Giving a whole new meaning to
"pregnancy brain," a new study shows that male DNA – likely left over
from pregnancy with a male fetus – can persist in a woman's brain throughout
her life, according to a new mouse study. Science, 9/26. Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Fashion Fail
This morning was a rush to get the Batcave ready for a would-be buyer to take a second look at it, get myself and Robin dressed, drop Robin at preschool, and get Sally and Leo to doggie daycamp. Somewhere in there, my outfit for the day fell apart.
My pants are too short. They are about eight years old and I have to doubt that they were ever long enough, but I'm 6' and it's impossible to find suit pants that are long enough. That is why I secretly replaced all of my black suit pants with Gap Premium Black pants. Except this suit is heather gray and really needs to be donated. But I needed light gray pants, not a dark charcoal gray, and therefore am wearing pants that are too short.
Also, I have to question the wisdom of wearing black knowing that the dogs needed to be walked, transported and delivered to DD. Dumb, dumb, dumb. I'm covered in slobber and fur and had to pick up two ginormous monster shits.
On the bright side, it's Thursday. TV is back! Son of a bitch, it's only Wednesday!
My pants are too short. They are about eight years old and I have to doubt that they were ever long enough, but I'm 6' and it's impossible to find suit pants that are long enough. That is why I secretly replaced all of my black suit pants with Gap Premium Black pants. Except this suit is heather gray and really needs to be donated. But I needed light gray pants, not a dark charcoal gray, and therefore am wearing pants that are too short.
Also, I have to question the wisdom of wearing black knowing that the dogs needed to be walked, transported and delivered to DD. Dumb, dumb, dumb. I'm covered in slobber and fur and had to pick up two ginormous monster shits.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Let's Go Nats!
Because I am a good wife and mother, I bought post-season tickets to the Nationals for The Spouse and Batman. Robin and I will find something else to do, something that doesn't require me to spend $70 just to walk him around and feed him pretzels.
mmm, pretzels....
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
9/11/12
I'm not loving today. It's a Tuesday. The weather is too perfect. I can feel
fall in the air. The sky is too blue. It's too much like 9/11. I wore a new
suit on that day and could never bring myself to wear it again. It's still
hanging in my closet - though, it's a different closet than the one I had 11
years ago.
It took me three hours to get to work today. THREE HOURS!! POTUS was at the Pentagon and a bunch of the roads were closed off. Did they bother to say he would be there so that people could take alternate routes? Um, no. In the interest of national security and all that.
I'm crabby.
It took me three hours to get to work today. THREE HOURS!! POTUS was at the Pentagon and a bunch of the roads were closed off. Did they bother to say he would be there so that people could take alternate routes? Um, no. In the interest of national security and all that.
I'm crabby.
Monday, September 10, 2012
PSA
Whatever you do: Do NOT listen to Taylor Swift's "Ronan" without a full box of kleenex. And NOT while you are driving.
That is all.
That is all.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Gotta Go Back, Back, Back to School again...
As loyal fans will recall, Batman came home from his first day of kindergarten with a shiner.
Today, on the first day of first grade, the new after school provider called to say she couldn't find Batman. Great. Nothing like a phone call about one's missing kid when one is 15 miles (or one hour - traffic, natch) away. It felt like a Sally Field movie.
I described what Batman was wearing and prayed it was a case of them not recognizing each other. A phone call a few minutes later let me know he had been located.
Phew. I'll go have my heart attack now.
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