Come home, megan!

I miss curling up in a ball when sick, or even just when feeling overwhelmed.

Pretty much the definition of parenthood: You are not the one who gets to curl up in a ball.

Just tonight I was thinking about how much easier parenting is with a partner (as I've done with JZ for Matilda) compared to the half-time single parenthood I did with Emmett.

When I had a fever and Emmett had a fever, I still had to take care of him.

In short: here's to you msbelle.

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they are a gorgeous blue and raspberry cotton so I'm thinking of taking them to a tailor and getting them turned into napkins or something useful.

What a great idea.

The kids are in bed and I am eating leftover Portos mango mousse cake. Yay quiet time!

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I don't know, now that I've had my brother's home brew, I'm not sure I can drink anything else.

I don't know if anything is still open out there. But I believe one of the local brew pubs--we have several!--might have an outlet at the airport. I hear the Polygamy Porter is good. (Yes, Polygamy Porter, the label is a bearded man surrounded by several women.)

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misogynistic beer commercials

 
A) Sounds like I missed a hell of a game and B) Silly Dana, girls don`t watch football! That`s when it`s ok to be misogynistic!!1!
 
I was having omg must turn off the tv time, because I have in fact laid around watching tv all day. I did eat actual non-rice food today, and I no longer sound like a strangled cat when I talk, so hopefully I`m on the mend. The SO & I timed ours helpfully off each other. And of course no kids.
 
Speaking of cats, I really had no idea of what any of Breakfast at Tiffany`s was about as a kid. I didn`t know what "She`s my" significant pause "decorator" meant and the rest of the movie continuead apace. I also was aware of the atrocious Mickey Rooney yellowface but just sort of embarrassed for him about it. I didn`t really pull any greater societal meaning off it. Anyway, so I still love that movie, it turns out. I especially loved the actual Tiffany`s bits as a kid, the serious jeweler helping them buy something for ten dollars, the engraved crackerjack ring. Love.
 
And the cat redemption scene at the end, something that Duck on Mad Men never got and therefore is irredeemable to me.
 
Huh. Cold medicine me is rambly and verbose. I shall go to sleep now. I think it advisable.

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We watched the end of Breakfast at Tiffany's here too. And now on to another Blake Edwards movie the first Pink Panther.

Which I don't know that as many people have seen. I certainly came to know Clouseau from the seventies come back films, so when I first saw the original movie I was surprised to find that Clouseau was a supporting character.

Also, that it's a super swank, rather Mad Men era movie. Land of a Thousand Updos.

And while Claudia Cardinale is very beautiful, there are very few women who ever lived who can compare to Capucine.

Plus, you know, David Niven and young Robert Wagner.

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I love Breakfast at Tiffanys too!

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Megan, travel~ma! I'm sorry the holidays were...snowbound in scary ways.

Dude, way to shake that sack, Drew!!

ETA: And again!

I want you all to know that I read this several times wondering what inappropriate thing my DH was up to before I figured out you weren't talking about him.

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Note to self: editing until interrupted by first signs of a low blood sugar headache is probably not the best way to schedule meals.

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I'm in the Detroit airport, with a confirmed flight (but no seat yet, to keep things exciting) to go home. My sister got up at 3:30 am to get me here in a timely manner, so I plan to see if I can rentroduce sainthood into the Methodist church with Sis as the first candidate.

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So, I was the only person on my shuttle today (aside from the driver!). Usually it's 6-10 people. About half of my department is supposed to be here today, so we'll see who actually shows. A couple of people were supposedly flying back yesterday, which who knows if that happened.

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