OK, so I don't remember the part in the Old Testament where Chuck came in but I was never known for my listening skills during church. Motherbumper spent waaaaaay too much time trying to figure out why that old lady in the choir sang with that ridiculously high-pitched, fake-sounding falsetto every freakin' solo or better yet, why Brother John in full Franciscan garb was missing a finger. With so many things to contemplate, who wouldn't miss when Chuck took over?
Anyhow, I spent this weekend being a redneck . Oh yes, she was in town for a whirlwind tour and Saturday night found me and something like 25 other bloggers up on top of Toronto toasting the night away with Redneck Mommy. I was not drinking (WHAT? screams
This translated to me being a bit slow on the uptake and downloads during the festivities. I was about as sharp as nerf ball and dangerous as a wet kitten but f**k it, I had a blast. More on it later, when I can get all the linky love going because oh my holy heck - there were so many bloggers there and I'm really that lazy.
Right now it's Sunday night when I write this and I'm 98% sure that I'm sick. Again. Didn't I just got over the real-life-made-for-tv thus plague-worthy flu? Here it is, finally Spring outside and I'm getting sick. Some days I'm pretty sure this is purgatory.
So I'm extra special crispy, loopy and lazy tonight and I cannot do excessive linkage - I have yet to memorize everyone's freakin' url. Shame on me. See? Extra crispy tonight.
Oh and update to the *ahem* case of the missing jewel or she sh*ts diamonds by the seashore: there has been no definitive sighting of the bedazzled joy that gave that extra special twist to our past Thursday afternoon. We've given up hope in finding the bauble. But I'm glad that our experience could serve as a warning to you all - just when you think you have them figured out, they make the next move so unnerving and unexpected that game begins again. Good times.
Ah, parenthood - looks so good on the outside, pure mayhem on the inside.