1663 Let’s get in the car and drive!

Saucy Scale: 8.75

Just wanted to confirm that my children did not succeed in their murder-for-cheerios plot the other day. It was a rough day on everyone, to be sure, but we are all alive today.

Yesterday we made a point of getting out of this d@mn house. We’d been cooped up far too long. The winter chill is pretty brutal these days, so we pretty much ran from car to destination to car, etc. We met my daddy for lunch at our favorite lunch destination joint. One of those Greek-owned joints that offers up a fabulous breakfast and never misses the mark at lunchrime either. God bless ’em for making yummy soup everyday! And for Yankees of Greek persuasion, they make some mighty fine iced tea (and from me, that’s really saying something!).

After lunch the boys and I braved the cold and spent some time at Target. A good time was had by all. Poor baby Mattson fell asleep in the grocery cart. His little head resting on the saide of the cart. Very tragic.

Today we’ll be meeting Boogie for Indian food. YUMTASTIC! This evening, he’s even offered to babysit the boys. So, we’ll get them into bed & then we’ll be sneaking out to catch a movie! It has been ages since I saw a movie. I think the last time I went to the theater I saw that movie about Jane Austen. That was at least 6 months ago. We’re really loking forward to it!

I feel so bad for little Baby Girl. These screaming banshees (otherwise known as my children) are giving her a case of the nerves. She gets all worked up, her little body shakes, and she forgets where to poopy (if you catch my drift). So, I called the vet this morning to schedule a check-up. I think my poor Baby needs some Puppy Prozac.

The Gus Man continues to practice his Mad Potty Skillz. I’m gonna get him a wind-up kitchen timer to help remind him/us that it is time to visit le toilet. He needs regular reminders to sit on his Phase II potty seat. It doesn’t help when the adults aren’t always diligent about reminding him either.

Phase I Phase II

Ok, enough potty talk for today.

TBU and I are better-than-average recyclers. Our weekly bin is at least twice as big as the rest of the neighbors. We aren’t eco-nuts. We think Al Gore is retarded. I’m so freaking sick of the phrase "carbon footprint" (I’d like to shove my carbon footprint up Al Gore’s ass).

But, let’s face it, we all get too many catalogs (especially at the holidays). There was a story on The Today Show yesterday about a service to opt-out of those unwanted catalogs (you can look it up on their website). So, in case you are interested, it is called Catalog Choice.

Well, if we have any hope of getting out of here on time to meet my brother for lunch, it’s time for us to get moving.

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