• I am NEVER taking Boo shopping again without at least one other adult present. Never. Mark suggests that perhaps by the time she is a teenager, she will have the self-control not to run screaming and barefoot through Target, thinking that it is great fun to hide from Mama, while Mama chases her with a shopping cart full of light bulbs and paper towels. I, however, am taking no chances.
  • One might suggest, as my mother-in-law did yesterday, that I buckle Boo into the shopping cart. Like that hadn’t occurred to me. Boo, however, apparently having been switched at birth with the child of circus performers, can wriggle her way out of those dinky buckles in two seconds flat. The buckles are worthless as far as she is concerned. If one tries to carry her, she performs more of her patented wriggle manuevers to make her way down to the floor, generally injuring whoever is trying to restrain her in the process. Kid has sharp elbows, is all I’m saying.
  • Kev turned 15 yesterday. Ack.
  • He has discovered that he can WALK to the mall from our new house. Granted it’s about a 20 minutes walk, and it would have been much easier to ride the bus, but hey. Whatever.
  • He also informs me that the sidewalks in our new neighborhood are awesome for bike riding because they are old and bumpy. Great for daredevil bike-riding; not so great for walking without further injuring oneself when one already has a bum foot.
  • I may have said this already, but I am NEVER MOVING AGAIN. Words cannot express how horrid this past week was. I had no idea how much crap we own. Thank heavens for the basement.
  • The shower doors FELL ON ME yesterday while I was in the shower. That was fun.

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Oh, and one more thing. People who hum in the bathroom at work, particularly first thing on a Monday morning, should be smacked. That is all.