March 26th, 2009
Has anyone ever used the stealth method of parenting? Dances With Shrapnel still holds this one against me:
witchypoo: Time for bed.
DWS: But I’m not tired.
witchypoo: It’s DARK out. (It was winter, dark came at 5:00pm)
or
witchypoo: Eat your corn.
DWS: I don’t like it.
witchypoo? Are you kidding? Did you know if you eat lots of corn, you can see it in your poop the next day?
DWS: Really? (wide eyes as he contemplates the thrill of seeing corn in his poop)
March 10th, 2009
Here we go. This shows you just how scintillating my life is. I got out of the house last Saturday. Took the whole day off.
I bought curtains.
Photographers? Close your eyes. I know it’s blurry. It’s a limited camera, and my eyes are blurry as well. I didn’t want to use flash because of the sunlight from the side window showing up the guitar

Just so you know, I didn’t buy all three on the big day. No, only the side panels, which were on two for the price of one. The middle panel has been up since I moved in. It’s a sheet. I bought the clip on hardware so I could convert any fabric into curtains. I figured in winter, I could grab the quilt from the loveseat and slap it on the window for insulation. I like the simplicity, and umm…frugality of the concept.
Bite me. I don’t get out much.
March 4th, 2009
I spent the entire day on cake wrecks.Not commenting on blogs, not reading blogs, other than that one.
I suck.
Didn’t even work today.
Double suck.
January 30th, 2009
I had an MSN messenger conversation with one of my nieces, CutiePie, whereby she asked me if I had a man in my life yet.
WP: I’ve decided to sublimate my urges into the consummation of carrot cake.
CP: Not afraid of getting fat?
WP: Welcoming it. Keeps those pesky mens at bay.
CP: You have a point. What are the benefits? (She’s young)
WP: Carrot cake doesn’t leave its dirty drawahs lying on the floor.
CP: (immediately getting it) Carrot cake doesn’t leave the toilet seat up.
WP: Carrot cake doesn’t hog the remote control.
CP: Carrot cake doesn’t fart in bed and pull the covers over your head.
WP: Carrot cake doesn’t find fault with your relatives.
CP: Carrot cake doesn’t cheat on you.
WP: Carrot cake doesn’t expect the world to revolve around it when it’s sick.
CP: Carrot cake doesn’t give you any lip.
WP: You win!
January 29th, 2009
I keep a little notebook beside me to jot down memory triggers for stories that I might like to tell here.
Presently, I have twenty three items in my notebook.
Do I have a post I want to write?
No, sadly, I do not.
I think my last remaining brain cell went for a walk and forgot to come home.
If you see it, tell it I miss it, will you?