Almost midnight. An hour earlier, after watching my tivo-ed episode of Heroes, I suggested to S.O. that we retire to the kitchen to recap the day while I cleaned the kitchen. I told hubby about my brilliant theory: DMX's rapping style is actually a positive way of coping with Tourette's. He told me about a client who asked if he could get her a two piece spicy chicken meal with macaroni & cheese and fried okrah from Church's (he sent his assistant for it). I told him about two friends of mine who revealed that they are pregnant. I told him that one of A's friends at preschool, a cute little tow-headed boy, told A. that "my mommy says I can't marry brown people."
If my eyelids were any drier I could probably start a fire with them, so maybe I'll call it quits for tonight...at least until S.O. falls asleep.
Before I started watching Heroes, A. came down in her nightie and implored me to hurry up and clean the kitchen, so I could go to bed--otherwise, how would she be able to get up early enough tomorrow morning to watch the Backyardigans?
All in all, life is complicated, but good.
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