To All The Posts We've Loved Before

I really have no business posting this blog. There was nothing especially special about this day. And yet, I'll plod along through some nouns and verbs, and you'll slog through it, in your un-commenting way (heh heh), and we'll get through it until the next time I actually have something of import to say. Which is rare, but we can pretend that reading most of the other blahgs is crucial to your existence.

Speaking of un-commenting ways, I've decided that whoever posts a comment in November gets the password to the blog for December, and so forth. Not really; I'm not that Machiavellian. But you get my point. ;) Right? Right? Even my own husband is not following the established rule that whatever post goes uncommented, he must post some inane thing or another on, to stroke my fragile little ego.

So. Where was I? Drivel? Oh, right.

We woke up five minutes before we had to be at the bus stop this morning. I don't know what's up with my alarm lately. Either it's not going off, or I'm too tired to hear it. So since Chloë's been feeling like such crap lately, I thought, Screw it, and went back to sleep. When it was time to get up to get Jack ready for school, I got the ladies up and ready, too. Once he got on the bus, Sophie and I drove Chloë to school.

Then we went home and waited for Baby Jade. She came, spent the day, and opened up to us even more. She's even starting not to freak out when Tiger Lily comes near her. She babbled and giggled and smiled. I like this Baby Jade.

Rob came home early from work, so I could go to the dentist without my ducklings. I had literally 16 uncomfortable x-rays done, and the dentist was happy to point out my nose stud to the tech in the pictures and tell her all the other fun things he's found in peoples' faces. No cavities, Ma. He said I was doing a good job taking care of my teeth. Crooked as they may be.

And that's about it. I didn't take any pictures today, we didn't go anywhere else, and nobody said anything to write home about. Well, when we told Sophie it was naptime, she said, "No! I don't want to go to nap. Because I'm playing." That was cute. She's an amusing little bugger.

And that's all I have to say.

Fin.