Decaf. For a reason.

I hate it when I go to Starbucks with my coupon for a free drink and I order my decaf grande non-fat no-whip extra-hot mocha and I specifically say “decaf” and they make it and give it to me and the label says “decaf” but then I get finished drinking it and I realize that I don’t think it was decaf at all because I’m all wired and a little jittery and that never ever happens when it’s truly a decaf and this is why I always order decaf because I’m not real good with feeling all wired and a little jittery as I have way too much energy as it is and can be perceived as a total spaz anyway without all the caffeine which is why I always always always order decaf and tend to freak out a bit when I realize later that it’s really not decaf but actually very very very much caf.

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Zo Camel

We’re into Day Two of The Great Sippy Cup Standoff. M has taken to calling Zoe “The Camel” because of her seeming lack of necessary fluid intake. The b-o-t-t-l-e-s (we spell them now, so she doesn’t know what we’re talking about, of course) have all been hidden. Which means I threw ’em all in a Target bag and stuck ’em downstairs.

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Hair comes the bride

It’s a dreary, bleary day today, and I don’t have much of anything exciting to post. I went out over lunch and purchased a wedding present for a girl I don’t particularly care for, which chaps my ass, but is necessary nonetheless.

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BNOTW

Just in case you’re not in the know, BNOTW stands for Big News Of The Weekend. Which we have, and I forgot to post. Duh.

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Discovery

Don’t have much to contribute today, as it’s pretty much a repeat from yesterday: M decorating for Christmas and me cleaning the house and playing with Zozo.

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