Mardi Gras & Other Lost Indulgences

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Life, the Universe, and other stuff

So this weekend, which might just rank up there as one of the worst I've experienced in my not-so-terribly-long life, I've been reading this book a friend recommended, The Language of Letting Go. It was written for people in recovery (which I'm not). Imagine, if you will, learning that your entire personal philosophy of life apparently maps to a twelve-step program. I don't know whether to laugh or feel smug...which I'm sure would be a terrifically healthy emotional response.

I would write more about this, but I'm way too tired. Will have to digest and regurgitate more tomorrow evening...

Ah, the Joys of Motherhood...

You know, two year old girls are probably the cutest things on the face of the planet. They're precocious, they're sweet, they're funny...and then, just when they have you wrapped around their tiny little fingers and you're least expecting it...

I had a great time with my youngest tonight. We watched the Sound of Music, we ate dinner, we went upstairs and she had a bath, we read books, and at the end of the night, she looked up lovingly into my eyes, smiled, and then my little Linda Blair projectile vomited all over me, the rocking chair, and her bedroom floor.

Sometimes, being a mom, it just gets you right here...and over there...yep, and there's some way over there too - how do they do that?

I'll never get that effing smell out of the carpet.