i'm quite sure i wasn't melted before.
Two years ago: I write Act III endlessly. There's something funny (as in funny-sad) in this entry that I just didn't see at the time. Sigh.
Three years ago: Darin and I continue moving into our new house.
Today's news question:Go read the sports page or the movie page. It's too hot to read the news page.
La Pookie was clearly exhausted by our outing to Jesec's BBQ yesterday, because she slept around 7 to 8 hours.
Unfortunately those were the hours 7pm to 3am, and I didn't go to bed until 10, but life is often far from perfect. But she did sleep that entire time. Yay, team. However, she was fully perky at 5am! Mommy is not so perky at that hour. Daddy is dead to the world.
The unfortunate side-effect of her going to bed early is that the donut shop doesn't stop making donuts just because the customers are asleep. I had really large, hard breasts this morning. This is not exciting or attractive, trust me. I have a breast pump now, but I don't want to pump right away, because that will just encourage the production of more milk.
I've heard the regular birth control pill is not recommended for nursing mothers because it decreases the milk supply. Sounds like exactly what I need. Darin hates it when I start mooing but that's what I feel like on mornings like this.
We went for a walk this afternoon. I wanted to go on a short walk, thinking that would tire out Her Royal Highness before we went out to dinner this evening.
Sophia has had her lawyer send me a cease-and-desist order. If I want to take her on any further walks from now until October, the vehicle of choice must be air conditioned and cold drinks must be served.
Near us is a commercial space that had stood empty for a long time. A few weeks ago a sign went up: the space had been rented. By, of course, Starbucks. So there is now a Starbucks available on Ventura Blvd. approximately every half mile. No, I am not exaggerating.
I know I've said I hate Starbucks -- I may have used the term Evil Overlord -- but they are a)plentiful and b)open on Sundays and c)air-conditioned. Sophia has been to three Starbucks in the past week, but she has volunteered no preference for which one she liked best.
The new Starbucks is maybe a mile from our house. By the time we got there we were both dripping with sweat. It was at least 95F out. And I was in a t-shirt and shorts. Darin was in a long sleeved shirt and jeans and thought he might expire on the spot.
We sat down and stayed still for a little while. Then I went up and got us some cold drinks. We sipped them, completely enervated.
Then the Brian Setzer version of "Jump, Jive, and Wail" came on, and Sophia's eyes flew open. She looked around in shock, as if to say, "Where the hell am I now?" Darin cracked up and said, "Look, honey, she's upset it's not the Louis Prima version."
We rested for a bit more and then began the trek home. When we were three-quarters of the way there it dawned on me to ask Darin if he wanted me to push the stroller, and he said yes, he would enjoy that very much. So I took the stroller and started jogging, the better to get us all home that much quicker. I didn't jog far but it felt pretty good!
We've been three puddles of goo on the couch ever since.
Think if I keep this up Patrick will let me into the Always 'burb?
Forum: Dammit, Diane, I can't find what the funny-sad thing is. What is it? Or any other question you might have.
The answer to yesterday's question: May 20 is known as the "Day of Anger" or "Day of Hate"in Cambodia. (The Associated Press had the former, NPR the latter.) The holiday is dedicated to the victims of the Khmer Rouge, the murderous Communist regime that ruled Cambodia in the late 1970s.
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