Omigosh. It’s 4:37pm and I KNOW WHERE MY KIDS ARE!

Actually, ahem, I always know where my kids are. Because they’re basically attached to my right hip and my left boob — or vice versa.

But, AT THIS MOMENT, they are NOT on boob or hip. They are…are you ready for this?

SLEEPING!

Yes, that’s right. Should I say it again? Just in case you were so shocked the first time that you don’t think you heard me right?

SLEEPING!

Wait a second…. If they really are

SLEEPING!

Then why the hell aren’t I

SLEEPING!?

Hmmm…. Good question. Anyway, just LOOK at my sleeping bunnies DURING THE DAY….


Rascal’s got a cushy li’l view of the fireplace. That’s prime real estate!


Can I just say once and for all that I hate those dang cushions? They came with the couch, and I think they’re so uggers…. Blech. Oh well. One day, when I’m rich and famous, I’ll by the sparkly cushions of my dreams. Because everything in life should be sparkly…. (Actually cushions really shouldn’t be….)

Yes, monkey is cloaked in a beautiful blanket — knitted by YOURS CHEATILY! (Sorry, was that lame?) And, the rascal is still in his car seat. He WOULD be warmed by his own lovely blue blanket, but yours cheatily (ugh, I KNOOOOW) has a LO-HO-HONG way to go on his….

When in the hell do I have time to KNIT??? Besides, that carpal tunnel syndrome I had when I was preggers with him was a MAYJAH turnoff….

Did I mention it’s snowing, like, actual snowballs here?


See? Snowballs!

More snow. I seriously can’t take it. But, s’okay because it’s it’sgrandma’s birthday today, and we all know what THAT means….

CAKE!!!