- one wee spot of spicy buffalo wing sauce
- a fingerfull of blue cheese dressing
- two temptations cat treats
- one edamame pod (technically I did not feed this to her; she snatched it out of my hand and ran away with it)
Stay tuned for a full Barf Report: coming soon!
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Last weekend... the good and the bad
Decision to visit my parents one hour out of town: good!
Dealing with the mother-hover all weekend: bad!
Deciding to stop in at IKEA on the way home: good! Yay! IKEA!
Shopping at IKEA on a busy Sunday afternoon: bad!
Taking painkillers to ease recent nerve damage during drive home: good!
Arriving home with a solid codeine buzz and finding a damaged ceiling and a flooded kitchen: bad. So, so bad.
I loved spending time with my nieces and nephew this weekend. They are stunningly beautiful children, and pretty well-behaved, all in all. Not like the screaming banshees we found at IKEA. I cannot tell you about the screaming. We couldn't get out fast enough. I only spent $53. Cheapest. IKEA. Trip. Ever.
My wee nephew, with whom I have admittedly not spent a proper amount of time, was the cutest of the lot. He played fooz ball (is that how you spell it? You know, the game that Joey and Chandler played in their apartment?) with his sister for a good part of Saturday evening. But he kept scoring on himself. Over and over again. Did he care? Ha.
"I WON! I WON! LOOK AUNTIE! I WONNNNN!"
The ball went in the net. That's the point, afterall. Should it matter which net? I don't see why. He tried hard and his sister tried hard, and between them they scored lots of goals. For them, that was enough. I'm glad I'll have this memory of them, glad I'll remember a time before egos and competition and aggression govern their behaviour.
Because for me, it doesn't matter which net. I want us all to score.
(oh, and the kitchen? pretty much fixed. that's why you get married, isn't it? to have someone to fix things?)
Dealing with the mother-hover all weekend: bad!
Deciding to stop in at IKEA on the way home: good! Yay! IKEA!
Shopping at IKEA on a busy Sunday afternoon: bad!
Taking painkillers to ease recent nerve damage during drive home: good!
Arriving home with a solid codeine buzz and finding a damaged ceiling and a flooded kitchen: bad. So, so bad.
I loved spending time with my nieces and nephew this weekend. They are stunningly beautiful children, and pretty well-behaved, all in all. Not like the screaming banshees we found at IKEA. I cannot tell you about the screaming. We couldn't get out fast enough. I only spent $53. Cheapest. IKEA. Trip. Ever.
My wee nephew, with whom I have admittedly not spent a proper amount of time, was the cutest of the lot. He played fooz ball (is that how you spell it? You know, the game that Joey and Chandler played in their apartment?) with his sister for a good part of Saturday evening. But he kept scoring on himself. Over and over again. Did he care? Ha.
"I WON! I WON! LOOK AUNTIE! I WONNNNN!"
The ball went in the net. That's the point, afterall. Should it matter which net? I don't see why. He tried hard and his sister tried hard, and between them they scored lots of goals. For them, that was enough. I'm glad I'll have this memory of them, glad I'll remember a time before egos and competition and aggression govern their behaviour.
Because for me, it doesn't matter which net. I want us all to score.
(oh, and the kitchen? pretty much fixed. that's why you get married, isn't it? to have someone to fix things?)
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