No answers. Just stories.
I woke up this morning to the sounds of Cute Husband singing “Dead mouse with no head/dead/no head” to our daughters. Then the smell of Lysol across the living room carpet.
Way to go Moonlight.
And then my debit card was declined. Because I miscalculated the direct-deposit date. It’s tonight at midnight.
D’oh!
Thank God I have some money left on the Starbuck’s card.
Da Momma: Elizabeth, a journalist and college instructor. Formerly a latte-slinging, cell phone-talking Washington political junkie. Now a wild-dancing accidentally offensive woman with an irrational passion for flinging things on the floor and hanging things from ceilings. Wants you to think she's a grown-up, even though she calls her Dad the minute things get complicated.
Baby Eden: The Schmoopy. My sweet little Three, who shrank instead of grew. But she's always had Momma's back.
Mary: Devoted to hermit crabs and FREAKING OUT. Made me a mother.
Karenna: Peekaboo Streak. The Roodle, Doodley. Everybody knows about Roo. Passionate about folk music. Some werewolf tendencies. Always looking for new employees. Sophisticated vocabulary
Cute Husband, Esq: A former Marine, it was he who instilled in our daughters a love of getting up very early in the morning to go off and do things. Some days he's lucky he's still alive.
Moonbeam and Sunbeam: Yes, okay, somehow or other they got the same sorta names as our cats, Moonlight and Sunshine. That was a total accident. However, like the cats, they are super-cuddly, will get food for themselves if hungry, and they're part of the family. Like the rest of the family, they believe in the power of liquor, drugs, and hot glue. They have no fear of blood.
The Beasties: Two cats. And some cacti that refuse to die. This is a picture of a fish we killed a long time ago. Need to update that.
Oh man…at this point I’d wire you money for coffee if need be. I’m so glad the old Starbucks card came through.
Thank goodness for the Starbuck’s card!!
Your hubby’s song made me think of that Kliban cat song “Love to eat them mousies, mousies what I love to eat…. bite their little heads off and nibble on their tiny feet!”
I really need a vacation.
Is that a real song or nursery rhyme or something?
It’s a Cute Husband song. Which makes it real. In the sick little world that is Cute Husband’s mind.
The girls found it wildly amusing.
That song probably ranks right up there in amusing-ness for kids with any that involve the words “poop” or “butt” (at least that’s how it is with my two boys).
And I hate figuring out when the direct deposit will take effect – sometimes when I check online, it says “Pending direct deposit” but my balance has increased by that amount. What, exactly, does that mean?? Can I use it or is it just potential money? I picture it floating in space somewhere between my place of employment and my bank during that time.
Liz, I’m really enjoying that you’ve been able to post so frequently during this time and will try to understand when you are knee deep in 3 beautiful girls with no time for blogging.
Every time my debit card gets approved I do the the litle Kriostin Wiig Target lady thing “Approved! yay!”. No one ever gets it…….
When mine gets declined I do the cold, clinical computer-robot voice. “Declined. You. Negligent. Monster.”
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Ahhh, yes. A Starbucks card is pure GOLD. Like finding a five dollar bill in your pocket.
I love Cute Husband’s song. Makes the violent death and beheading of the mouth seem almost…cute.
You are the MASTER of never taking anything too seriously! I love it
That’s why I come back again and again for my fix of DaMomma.