Another conversation with L

I was driving L to the pool yesterday when out of the clear blue, he announced, "I know wots of bad words."

My interest piqued, I bit at the bait.

"Oh yeah? What are they?"

Without missing a beat, L replied, "Dammit (pronounced daym-it), kill, shut up, stupid, and 'I don't wuv you.' "

How could I argue with that?

My little fashion mogul

If you follow me on Twitter, you know the extent of my day. I've been running around cah-razy trying to prepare my house/car/self for my cousin (and one of my favorite people) to stay with us this week. Anyone else feel the need to clean down to the baseboards when you are having overnight company?

Therefore, I don't have time for an extensive blog post, and I probably won't till at least Friday, when my cousin leaves. I had to, however, post what L came thisclose to making it out of the house wearing thanks to my chicken-with-its-head-cut-off demeanor.



Want to know a secret? I let him go to the gym daycare in those hideous (and oversized) faded swim trunks. The Harry Potter tie, though, stayed at home. I've got standards, albeit low ones.

Have a fantastic week!