My documentary watching yesterday was Private Dicks: Men Exposed. I am more prudish than I thought, and more prudish that I want to be. But I suspect once I've finished watching this (I'm 1/2way through) I'll be a fair bit more inured to the dangling male member.

Happy birthday, Poopy!

The first birthday boy is home today with an extensive rash and a fever (and I am going home to stay with him in 20 minutes).

My sister had massive chicken pox on her first b-day. It was also on easter, so my mom made a bunny cake with fluffy white icing - dotted all over with cinnamon red hots.

Happy Birthday, little poopy one! May the day improve, quickly.

I feel like I should not be as entertained by the explosive buttbomb projective poopery as I am.

Children are amazingly explosive.

Children are amazingly explosive.

I remember at least one instance of projectile vomiting as a child. Good times.

branda, that cake story is so cute. My mom always made me bunny cakes for my birthday - she kept it up at my request untilI was probably about 25.

Happy birthday, Dillo!

Nice job on the atomic shit, but please get better.

Weather report: Everyone is pretty sure there was a small tornado in my neighborhood yesterday afternoon. Trees and tree limbs are down everywhere and a roof was blown off a restaurant. And power was out for a while for a bunch of the neighborhood. Craziness!

(everyone = folks in the neighborhood...not trained meteorologists)

Happy Birthday to Dillo! I hope he feels better soon.

I have a major case of the gronks this morning. I got up at 7:00 to do laundry, and then putzed around the apartment after getting the clothes all put away instead of getting ready for work, so that I was an hour late. I can't stay late due to working at the bookstore tonight, so I guess I'll have to make it up tomorrow. Oh, well.

Can someone e-mail me some caffeine? kthxbye