Friday again, somehow

What is this, just a Friday-posting blog now? Forgiveness, please, my job has me pinned down like a frog in biology class. (now find my duodenum.)

Here is the weekly collection of mostly unrelated mishmash you may have come to expect:

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Dear LOST,

Thanks for that. I've missed you.

xoxo,

Mama

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Me: Your hair is getting really long. How long are you going to grow it out?

A: What do you mean?

Me: I mean, like, do you want shoulder-length long hair, or Fabio-long hair?

A: I want to grow it long enough so that I can wrap it around under my chin and make a beard out of it.

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A's Chanitx Update:

Day 5
No smokes
No psychosis
One night of sleepwalking
One very, very proud wife.

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I stayed home today to study again. Here's how it went:

7:45: Drop Bird at Daycare.

7: 46: Run into my friend C. dropping off her little one at Daycare.

7:50: Go to breakfast with C. Delightful!

8:45: Return home and gather laundry, start laundry, various household tedium, listen to NPR.

9:00: Receive call from baby brother, with whom I have not chatted leisurely in a coon's age. Catch up on ailing relatives, current job woes, political candidates, cat medicines, LOST.

11:15: Study. Really! I studied a proper long time, even while I ate my lunch. (egg noodles, frozen peas and carrots, shredded cheddar, Bragg's. Yum.
(okay, in my head right now I hear a little Asian woman saying "Oh! You should study! A proper long time!" like in that 2 Live Crew song.)

And now it is time to pay bills and finish the laundry and collect my child from daycare.

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And now, a video clip in which:

1. My homemade highlights are clearly visible (and unimpressive... yipes)
2. I try my best to blend into the couch with my new green Goodwill skirt
3. Birdy sings "Cows in the Kitchen" with a spectacular vocal dismount. She's got some flair, that kid.