I am bad.

I am so bad. Two days ago I was incapacitated with stomach flu, and this morning my daycare teacher gives me my Girl Scout Cookies and I opened a box in the car en route from daycare to the office. Bad me! ;P

To my surprise it turns out that I had ordered from her one box of the peanut butter/oatmeal sandwich cookies. I don't usually get those because I can never remember whether I like them. After eating four or five of 'em in the car I *still* don't know whether I like them. ;) I put the rest of the box in the kitchen at work for public consumption. But then I opened the next box ... sigh. Girl Scout cookies are evil. I may have to put the box of shortbreads in the kitchen too. But not the Thin Mints. Ain't nobody better fuckin' touch my Thin Mints.

(Breastfeeding is supposed to help you lose weight, but not when you eat like I do. I think I've actually *gained* weight in the last few months. It's terrible.)

I am also bad because I forgot to wish Wendy a happy birthday yesterday. Happy belated, ww1614!!!! Muchas smooches, as my old buddy A. would say. :)

attack of the blahs

I'm suddenly having an attack of the blahs. Or the wahs.

I'm sad because jenwrites's kitty Titania died unexpectedly. :( She was a sweet kitty. I catsat for them a few times so it feels kind of personal. Plus it brings back memories of when I was living with xochiquetzl and her kitty Aphrodite died unexpectedly. :(

I'm also feeling kind of melancholy because it has been suggested that Isaac needs to be eating more solid foods and maybe, correspondingly, breastfeeding less. Is it weird that I already "miss" breastfeeding even though I'm still doing it? I wrote a whole bunch more on this and then decided that you don't care ;) (well, except maybe four or five of you) so I deleted it. I'll take my whiny ass over to the parenting lists. ;)

Oh, and I'm also feeling blah or wah or eek about the whole house thing. The more like a "sure thing" it looks, the more freaked one gets -- and the whole thing is just so damn complicated. I just want to sign the papers and move in, you know??? sigh.

I think I'll go eat some Thin Mints.