people in gas houses

shouldn't practice candle magic.

so we are headed out on the aforementioned double date. and in the shower it occurs to me. everything i want to talk to my friend about we can't really do in front of the (and i use the term loosely here) men. so this oughta be fun.

speaking of which i think i understate my lack of correspondence. a friend of mine called me last week - someone i have actually been waiting to hear from for a while. we were supposed to get together before the holidays and then things got all jumbled yadda yadda and so i keep meaning to call him back and i don't. he called again today and said he has some news. so either someone else we know is dead or he and his wife are finally preggers. i have no reason at all to not call him back and yet, i can barely bring myself to do it. in fact, as yet, i haven't brought myself to do it. sigh. i'm anxious just thinking about making the call. wtf is that all about??

last night i was up with the kid for like three hours. i have no idea what his problem was. he was crying and just totally out of sorts. i can nearly count the times since he has been born that he has been up like that at night. and to all you out there who's kids are like that all the time. good goddess you have my heartfelt sympathies. not that it was a big deal but i imagine if i had to do it all the time i might think otherwise.

i vaguely remember reading - on kim's blog? - about kid's following you into the bathroom while you're trying to poop. yeah, well, have ya ever tried to while a kid is sitting on your lap. i'm just saying is all.

the kid is at his gam-gam's tonight so hopefully there isn't a repeat performance.

alright - i'm gonna make this damned phone call. if we get home before midnight maybe i will do more later. let you know how the big scary phone call went. if not be good - enjoy your night

Also . . . I can kill you with my brain.