2. Even when you don't want to write, you should just write. I really, really didn't feel like working on Unclaimed Baggage this week. I mean who has time for actual writing when there's StatCounter logs and e-mail to be refreshed? But last night I sat down and spent a couple of quality hours with Sarah and Emily and I'm so glad that I did. When I write I'm reminded of why we started this whole crazy journey in the first place and that makes me happy. So, even if the thought of opening that word document makes you want to scream, just do it. You'll thank me later.
3. You should never, ever make rice crispy treats with stale marshmallows. They turn out like little rectangular bricks. And theoretically when one of your children decides they're disgusting and opts to throw it at their sibling, the brick like texture of the crispy treat will leave a mark. Just as an FYI.
4. You can never watch too much Glee. I've watched the pilot three times and now I've seen the second episode twice. Just can't get enough. My favorite line so far is, "This is where our daughter or gay son will sleep." How about you?
5. I'm officially obsessed with this blog. Laura discovered it and sent me a link and it's my secret desire that one of my obnoxious mommy posts will be featured. The guy or gal behind this is an evil genius.
Google search of the week: Circumcision Bet. We're the number one search result. Good. Times.
Comment of the week: From the hilarious JessJordan upon learning that we've never watched a single episode of Joss Whedon's masterpiece, Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Oh my dear. Ohhhh my dear. This is not good. Not good at all.
*rests hand against wall for balance and tries not to faint*
You haven't seen the t.v. series of Buffy??!!?!?? This must be remedied now! Seriously, Joss Wheedon (spelling?) is the king of snark. (Except, um, try to ignore the 90% lameness that was season one; it's still kind of adorable and it serves at least some purpose.)
Alright. I can see what's happened, and if it's gotta be me, then it's gotta be me.
*sneaks in through back window of LiLa's house (yep, you live together for purposes of this comment).*
"I come in peace."
"Listen, stalker girl. I don't know what you're on, but I'm all jacked up on egg whites. Don't make me taebo you into next century!"
"I'll smother a *itch with that white flag. Hoozah!"
"Bloggger. JessJordan! Don't kill! I come bearing Buffy!"
"Hmm. Well. As you can *clearly* see, I'm watching Bravo."
"And after that?"
"Yeah, once the show's over."
"No, see you don't get it. I'm watching Bravo. Not a show. The network. I break only for Glee. Got no time for Luke Perry and his sideburns!"
"No sideburns, at least I don't think. Just funness to the tenth times ten with a smartly funny bad ass chick. And hot/funny vamps."
"Hmmm. I'm still not sure. You should probably go-- Wait ... Do I see Twizzlers in that bag?"
Jess, I have to admit, I'm temporarily off carbs, so if you came to my window bearing Twizzlers I would 100% let you in, even if I was in the middle of the new (and trashtastic) Melrose Place reboot.
Have a fab weekend everyone!