Back from 5 days of staying with in-laws and 2 days of flying with a toddler. Ready to climb the podium and receive my Adulting Olympic Medal.

Sloan kind of sounds like April Wine now. Not like I’m complaining.

(I realize this post probably sounds like a dog-whistle to American humans.)

kelsium:

In a moment of confusion I just had to google “is dick cheney dead yet” and the answer is still no.

Good to know I still have time to glue a few more sequins on my grave-tapdancing shoes.

I’m at that level of sleep deprivation where you start hallucinating Wilson Phillips b-sides.

Thanks for all the good tips. I feel almost 50% more positive about this flight not ending with us being escorted back home by a squad of fighter jets.

I’ve got plenty of that, but I’ll also bring along some anger and bargaining just in case.

I’ve got plenty of that, but I’ll also bring along some anger and bargaining just in case.

Any tips for flying with a 2-year-old? Or is anyone drunk and angry and wants to yell at me so I can get some practice?

Shammy’s Birthday Breakdown:
# of people with nasty headcolds: 3
# of introverted parents who couldn’t handle all the skyping and family phone calls: 2
# of ugly vegan last minute birthday cakes: 1
# of naps taken by birthday boy with head cold: 0
# of cool mom blog points earned: -1,000,000

osmium:

Tonight I am going to see King Crimson. Prog out man.

King Crimson - Larks’ Tongues in Aspic, Part 1

tag your prog

Yo, prospect of having Sunday afternoon visitors, I’m really happy to anticipate good times with you and Imma let you finish, but hanging out in a house that’s relatively tidied up for guests without having to deal with any actual guests is the best feeling of all time. OF ALL TIME.