My least favorite kind of day - hanging around the house with listless, demanding, cranky children who didn't get enough sleep, no matter how lovely they are. Where they fall asleep with their faces on the Parcheesi board and turn all sweaty and clammy, and demand juice boxes which they leave 3/4 full on all possible non-wipe-cleanable surfaces and then 10 minutes later demand a new one. OMG I'm so out of here. Am whipping out early and will do something beautifully random San Jose-ward before the mommyblogger margarita dinner thing, the first pre-blogher mayhem. I regret to say I have tried on 5 different shirts. Rook is laughing at me. Well, with a pink polka dotted skirt and crinoline you need just the right punkness to balance it out or it would be too frou-frou.... spikes and chains would not go amiss. But when would they ever?
peace, out...
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