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swords ahoy!
Aug. 21st, 2007 11:22 amLast night Casper and I made cardboard swords. (This occasioned a perfectionist meltdown by Casper, which was interesting. mr. flea and I looked at each other and shrugged, "She comes by it honestly.") They got floppy very quickly so I stiffened them by taping a ruler and a long comb to the back sides. Then we played Peter Pan and Captain Hook with great gusto for as long as the poor parent could hold out.
I should note that mr. flea tried to introduce Casper to The Princess Bride last weekend and SHE DIDN'T LIKE IT. I hope it is merely because she's too young for it, and not that she is some FREAK OF NATURE WHO CANNOT BE THE CHILD OF MY LOINS.
Dillo is back at school today, although he sounds like a 2 pack a day smoker. Such a pathetic croak/cry! He's like a puppy now - say, "Walk?" and he lights up and starts grabbing for your fingers so you can walk him around the house. I've gotta say, though, my house is sure boring when you're circling the living room for the 27th time.
In closing, in a fact which will I hope amuse coworker(s?) on my friendslist, I had a dream last night that someone had written an erotic RPF featuring the head of Systems at my workplace. I am distinctly scarred by a description of his gabardine pants and what was under them. The gentleman in question is in fact pretty attractive, and a sharp dresser, although he doesn't especially ping my lust-meter personally. And this was WAY TMI for my innocent dreaming self. Helps!
I should note that mr. flea tried to introduce Casper to The Princess Bride last weekend and SHE DIDN'T LIKE IT. I hope it is merely because she's too young for it, and not that she is some FREAK OF NATURE WHO CANNOT BE THE CHILD OF MY LOINS.
Dillo is back at school today, although he sounds like a 2 pack a day smoker. Such a pathetic croak/cry! He's like a puppy now - say, "Walk?" and he lights up and starts grabbing for your fingers so you can walk him around the house. I've gotta say, though, my house is sure boring when you're circling the living room for the 27th time.
In closing, in a fact which will I hope amuse coworker(s?) on my friendslist, I had a dream last night that someone had written an erotic RPF featuring the head of Systems at my workplace. I am distinctly scarred by a description of his gabardine pants and what was under them. The gentleman in question is in fact pretty attractive, and a sharp dresser, although he doesn't especially ping my lust-meter personally. And this was WAY TMI for my innocent dreaming self. Helps!
