Every Kohl’s in the Midwest in one day!

Today was spent running hither and yon, which makes me so glad that this is a three-day weekend and we’ll have some downtime after all. This morning started off with a Sears repairman out to look at the pedistal drawer under our washer – third repairman in a couple of months. Bottom line: our new drawer was ordered today. Then Zoe had her bath, and it was off to Target, then the pediatrician. Zoe weighs 18 lbs, 2 oz, and is 27 inches long. Oh yeah, and the circumference of her head is 17 inches, just in case you were wondering. I know I’ve been on pins and needles for days, wondering what it is now. She’s healthy as can be (thank God!) and Dr. F was impressed that she exhibited no signs of stranger-anxiety, which is usually in full swing by this time.

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Heeeere kitty kitty kitty

I got nuthin’ right now. Really. I went to lunch with my soon-to-be-a-Coloradoan friend (is that a word? It is now!), and I’m just totally bummed that we didn’t do more lunches before now.

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The New Black

Halleluja, praise the Lord! Amy remembered to bring her Camera Store gift certificates to work today so she can get some frikkin’ ink and print over the weekend!

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Alas, no Rock-o-Plane tonight.

Well, the weather held out for our parish picnic tonight, which was great, but unfortunately M’s horrible allergies sidelined him for the Rock-o-Plane. He just didn’t feel up to it. Our nephew Joey had a blast, though, riding just about everything but the Rock-o-Plane. Your time will come, young Jedi.

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Hi, I’m Mrs. Crankypants. Nice to meet you.

Yes, yes. The foul mood continues. Although it shouldn’t. The sun is still out so far (keep your fingers crossed for the picnic tonight). I’ve just finished a perfectly delightful frozen Weight Watchers pizza (topped with, apparently, a healthy dose of sarcasm). I’m receiving positive feedback about the blog. I remembered to wear a kicky little scarf today. At 2:30 this afternoon I’m receiving a complimentary facial from a new esthetician here at the spa. All is right with the world, yes?

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Num Lock

You know what really freaks me out? When I inadvertently hit “Num Lock” on my keyboard and suddenly the number keys on the right side of the keyboard don’t work anymore. I spend about 30 seconds hyperventilating and trying to figure out why weird things happen when I use those keys (I am addicted to those keys…the numbers across the top of the keyboard are worthless and should only be used for the special little symbols above the numbers) and then I finally realize, “Ohhhhh, my num lock is off!” Which, thankfully, I did not say out loud, keeping my officemates/family members from becoming alarmed that something is seriously wrong with me.

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Because it’s fun.

Tomorrow night is our church picnic. Mike and his dad are planning to ride the Rock-o-Plane, otherwise known as the Eggroll. I prefer to call it The Spinning Wheel of Death. We hit the picnic at Mary Magdalene on Saturday, simply so they could ride the Rock-o-Plane there. Mike didn’t take his Dramamine in enough time, so of course he felt queasy afterwards. It wasn’t a replay of the Top Gun episode at King’s Island a few years ago (thank God), but it was touch and go there for awhile. Although if you ask him about that he’ll proudly tell you, “Hey, it was a clean hurl!”

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