Emmett's school play is tonight. It's a spoofy riff on fairy tales and he plays: (1) The Big Bad Wolf (with awesome NFL endzone dance after he blows the house down); (2) Baby Bear (his friend Jack is Papa Bear. I have to nudge Jack to say, "Who's your daddy?); (3) The Voice In the Toilet.
It's also tomorrow night so Matilda can watch her brother do his victory dance and see Jack (who she has a crush on).
Sunday it's baseball tryouts for next season. Emmett's moving up to Juniors this year, which is on an MLB regulation size field.
We had random around-the-house plans this weekend, but I may be driving to DE because my grandmother is not expected to last the night. She's the not!crazy one I love, so.
I've never done coke. I was always afraid I would sneeze. And that I would LOVE it. I can totally see me, "I have to clean! I have to bake! And dance! And write!"
This weekend I'm going to Target and getting a haircut. Envy my exciting life!
I may go to Target this weekend too!
I went to Target last night.
But I'll probably have to go again this weekend for something.
I have to clean. And do laundry. And pack. And dye my hair. And swim. A lot. And show the petsitters everything. And do my nails. And stuff.
I am also getting a haircut!
I have never been shopping in a crowd the weekend after Thanksgiving -- I don't go anywhere Friday morning, of course, and never to Costco that weekend, either.
I generally don't either, but I'm pretty sure I am going to have to, for work stuff.
So what if Sarah Palin didn't write this book?
I do kinda agree with the first part. I don't really care if she wrote it or not.
Jon Steward pretty much nailed my Palin opinion. (At about 3:40)
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It's been a few hours, and I still hate everyone.