Which means what I think is complicated.
Which means what I do is complicated.
All of which is annoying and exhausting but kinda cool because I rarely do/think things without deep thought. I may be awkward, but it’s usually poor/incorrect thinking that’s the source, not thoughtlessness.
What’s the point of all this?
Eh… I dunno.
N1 has show and tell each week that starts with a different letter. For “U” I suggested, “uvula” and point to the back of her throat and she was appalled at the very idea. “No, Mommy. Just, no.”
I wonder what N2’s reaction will be when she gets to school.
“Oooo, what other body part can I show em, Mommy?!?”
One can dream…
So… onions are awesome. The smell… the taste… but the crunch? Ew, no!! It makes me shudder and writhe a little when I bite into a piece of onion, no matter how small or how well cooked. And then some friends advised me to grate my onion before cooking. GENIUSES, all of you!
It’s Dr. Seuss week at N1’s school and I’m thrilled and you wanna know why? Because someone else is reading those epically long books of beautiful gibberish and not me. I love all of it, but I do get face cramps from all the tongue twisting and illiteration. (also, my phone doesn’t understand the word “illiteration” and worked very hard to suggest “illuminati”. That’s a whole other post, friend.)
About a week ago I got a free issue of the Food Network magazine.
1. I need to add a subscription to my Amazon wishlist, OH MY GOSH.
2. I need to live closer to a big farmer’s market like in Atlanta, because the ingredients in the recipes are off the chain, OH MY GOSH.
3. Anyone know anyone in Egypt that can send me those shrimp flavored chips pictured above? Because OH MY GOSH.
I found a fun painting app for N1 and she drew this and N2 saw it and kept saying “Elmo” to which N1 responded with, “no, silly, that can’t be Elmo… Elmo doesn’t wear a necklace and if he did, it wouldn’t look like that.”
Yeah, that’s why it’s obviously not Elmo.
Does Elmo have a uvula?