Bits and Pieces
I’ve been really busy with work and with being the Managing Director of this household (no offence, Bascha, you have an equally impressive title. I’ll tell ya what it is tonight). I’m starting to get an inkling why so many moms (soccer and otherwise) come to need the … gasp! … minivan. Already Lucas’s schedule requires MS Outlook, speed-dail calling, a credit card, and a taxi service. I need a wife. No, I need a hot personal assistant named Sven.
Today I work at my magazine gig, with Asher. Today I will do my very best to accomplish all I must accomplish. If I’m lucky, I might even do it with some measure of grace, and hopefully without being covered in spit-up.
Asher has been experimenting with his voice a lot lately. He’s added growling to his repetoire of sounds. Sounds like a puppy dog playing tug-o-war.
Estate planning is hard! And weird. And kinda like mentally spending monopoly money. I mean, I don’t have real money till I’m dead. What fun is that? It’s a process of answering a ton of really hard questions. So speak up, peeps. Which one of you wants to pull my plug when the time comes? Oh, and who wants my ruby glitter stripper shoes? My vast collection of strategy guides for games I’ve never played?
My front garden is looking nice thanks to some friendly, helpful little gnomes. Wish I had time to muck about myself. A tree we planted out front–the one that flowers with gorgeous purple grapelike clusters of blooms in April, and shades my car nicely–has split down the middle. Got to call that arborist. I hope the tree will survive.
August 9, 2007 at 2:07 pm
I say this with love, but I would pull it. Doesn’t feel weird to me at all.
August 9, 2007 at 2:40 pm
In the meeting with the attorney, who is helping us with all this, I said something similar, followed by, “and then I’d eat your kidneys.” Which totally grossed the attorney out. Amanda Johnson (who was there) followed up with: “mmm, with fava beans and chianti, yum!” Amanda rocks.