Watching The Wizard of Oz for the first time with the kids and near the end Owen said, "All this just for shoes?" He has so much to learn about women.

Show him this, Cash: [link]
If flying monkeys were practical, I bet some collectors would be using them in lieu of a bidding war.

I am not cool enough for this. I kinda wish I was. But what do you wear with it?

Animal print dress?

Timelies all!

Another Sunday morning with Nova on my lap.

Dear Tep: Do not be a smear on the highway.

I would trade your arm-scrape for Tim's sudden wakefulness and missing the divider wall.

I definitely agree. From my passenger-side perspective, it was a really close miss. I mean I honestly can't believe we didn't hit it, or at least lose the driver's side mirror. Scared the bejeezus out of me.

My arm was just a tangible indicator that I am not invincible. Hurts like hell this morning. God bless ibuprofen. I feel like I should go check the house to see if I crumbled a brick into powder with my mighty fightin' elbow.

(My legs are also sore, but that's because I decided yesterday was a good day to resume weights at the gym, and I started with squats. I have unhappy quads right now. Mostly I feel like I got beaten with a sack of oranges.)

Steph, yikes, and I'm glad you're both OK in terms of not having hit anything on the highway, though I am not glad you have a banged up elbow.

All the pretties linked to this morning distracted me from... everything, so far. No! That's not true; I sent out one e-mail.

meara, I usually avoid those kinds of articles, too, and Jesse, I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks about the way laundry co-mingles (in other than the normal, lights, darks, temperature ways).

There was something else...

Oh, yeah - I want to try the marshmallow vodka hot cocoa, and the bartender at my Wednesday night karaoke place in Balto. used to make something with whipped cream vodka that I loved. I miss Becca; she was the nicest woman, and she made the strongest yet most awesome tasting drinks.

Yow -- that was a TOO exciting night, Steph. I'm glad that you both came out of it no worse than a scraped (and bruised!) arm.

My big adventure of the morning was reinstalling Photoshop on my computer... it meant that I had to remap the CD drive to F:, which I got right on the first try! The cats wondered why I was doing a little chair-dance of tech triumph but wth.

Last batch of cookies in the oven. That only took...2 hours. Now to fill them.

Kill me now.

Hey, just because I love you guys so much, here's a piece of advice -- don't forget to check your pockets when you do laundry, because that cute little tube of vanilla berry lip balm is going to do fine in the washer, but when it gets to the dryer, the cap will come off, and you'll have little spots all over your newly dried clothes that will have you questioning your laundry detergent, and/or ability to eat without getting crap in places you didn't even know. And it will all be nicely heat-dried on! Super!

In better news, I found a long-ass cable with splitter that will allow me to get internet access in more than just my living room until I get a wireless router. I love split level houses, it turns out - very convenient for this sort of thing. Also, it doesn't feel as onerous as going all the way upstairs (or to the basement) when there are only six steps between each level. So sad that that makes such a difference, but it's my little reality!

Kill me now.

No. But, damn, I wish I had a cookie. Congratulations on your successful morning of baking.

I just spent an hour wrapping presents. And that was not most of them. WTF. But I'm trying a new technique of bringing them to my parents' in stages, which should make Friday easier.

Jen, I have done that more times than I can count with Burt's Bees chapsticky things. And every time I'm all bewildered, wondering why my newly clean laundry is mysteriously minty fresh and kind of water resistant...