An E-mail Conversation

Keep in mind that Alan hates seafood.

Kristy's e-mail:

We are invited to my aunt's crab boil Friday night. Also, I am home sick today. The more I tried to get ready, the more rundown I felt. My throat is blazing, my ear is hurting, my head is pounding, and I'm pretty sure I'm running a fever. Unfortunately, Ander is very healthy and running at 100 miles per hour.

Alan's reply e-mail:

Have you talked to your sister about our niece spending the night? You could pick her up after work on Thursday and bring her back down when you visit for the wedding on Saturday.

Kristy's reply e-mail:

And you choose to ignore the mounds of free, boiled crabs?

Alan's reply e-mail:

Oh, I read it wrong. I thought I was ignoring mounds of free boiled crawfish.

Sigh.

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Yuck

I just turned on the tv. I think Ander thought I was putting on Sesame Street and went to kiss Big Bird. But I turned on the news, and Alberto Gonzales was on the scene. He gave the Attorney General a big sloppy kiss. Ick!

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I Find Myself...

Trying to blog, but with little to say.

Ander has started using some sentences, particularly if he gets to sign them. More milk, please. More food, please. Ma ma, up. Okay, I guess those are phrases more than sentences, but you get the point.

I'm hiring a new student worker at the office, because my old one is going off to another college.

I really want to review HP, but can't do it without spoilers.

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New Purse

I got a new purse. Pre-Ander, I used itty bitty purses, and keep most of the essentials that don't melt in Louisiana heat (checkbook, pens, etc.) in my car. Post-Ander, I used gigantic purses that could carry a diaper. So, now that diapers are not usually an emergency and come at predictable times, so I can just keep some in my car, I needed a medium/small purse (since I don't have room to keep everything in my car anymore ).

I got the cutest red bag to use. It fits in my briefcase (for court days) and my tote bag (for errand/work at coffee shop days) and Ander's diaper bag (for playdates), but it works just as well by itself.

I would have (in other waords, was willing to spend) spent a lot for it, but I got it at the outlet mall for just $10. Score!

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Almost Exactly Six Hours Later

I cracked open my HP book at about 12:09 a.m. Almost exactly six hours later, I've read it. Wow. It really does tie up the loose ends and it's very powerful.

Ander did good buying the book. He woke up for a bit in the store and starred at people, but then he went back to sleep. And there was a younger baby there, although my darling husband points out that the younger baby was probably young enough that she is up all night anyway.

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He Speaks The Truth

In the local donut shop this morning, there was a kid about eight or nine years old. He clearly had some sort of problem; I would guess aspbergers (sp?). Anyhow, he asked the lady is they had "twist" donuts. Twist donuts are very popular around these parts, and for some reason, the donut shop never makes enough and runs out. She said, "yes, we have some."

He said, "well, that's good, because you are almost ALWAYS out."

Then he turned to the crazy, cranky old man who hangs out all day long.

"That man is crazy. And old."

He had no filter, and for a precious, fleeting moment, I was totally jealous of him.

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