EntertainmentThis will probably be the only time you hear me use the word “cybervigilantism” on this blog.
Me, Me, MeLast post, and then I’m moving AWAY from the computer… and if anyone can pop by and enforce that, I’d surely appreciate it.
So. I had this bizarre dream last night, and in an almost anticlimatic flash, I had a probable analysis all worked out. And it was not uplifting.
Me, Me, MeOh my head is swelling! One two of my DotMoms posts are on Blorgy.com!
Mommy ScrumAbbreviated Mommy Scrum this morning, as I have a project to finish:
Daphne: “I wanna clim’na walls!”
Daddy: “Silly Daphne. You can’t climb the walls.”
Mommy: [On the inside] “No, you have to be a grownup to do that.”
Daphne: [Standing on my hair, trying to see out the window]
Mommy: “Owowowowow. Here, let me open the blind for you.”
Daphne: “I see Mommy’s car!”
Logan: “I see it, too! And I just felt Daddy’s peepee!”
Daddy: “OK, that’s enough, that’s private, remember?”
Logan: “Can I feel your butt?”
Daddy: “NO. Private.”
Logan: [Giggling]
Daddy: Private.”
Mommy: “It sure is. It’s also time for Daddy to start wearing jammies.”
P.S. Hey! This is my 500th entry! [blows kazoo]
Me, Me, MeJust before I left for the office this morning, Gil offered to pour me a cup of coffee.
Him: “Just in case they’re not brewing today.”
Me: “Hon, if I’m there, “they’re” brewing. I make the coffee around there most days.”
Him: “Oh, yeah. I read that on your blog.”












