May 14: IDCEAYWTPFriday

I’m a little late posting today, but it is indeed time again for I Don’t Care Enough About You to Write in Transitioning Paragraphs Friday.

• Sunny weather today. Gorgeous. Warm, even hot at times. It was perfection. Everyone’s so happy, too. We Northwesterners have needed this oh-so-much, after too much rain and grey skies and tears and depression and thoughts of moving to tropical locales in which there are no pine trees and that’s a terrible idea I know but bad bad bad things come into one’s head after such a long winter.
• I just started reading a book that is totally making me LOL. If you’re anywhere near my age (40-ish and thanks LOADS for making me say so, by the way), you’ll probably enjoy it too. The first chapter, on Barbies and Donny & Marie dolls, had me almost peeing my pants because I was laughing so hard, but since I’m only in my early 40’s I don’t pee my pants laughing. Yet. The book is Why Girls Are Weird, by Pamela Ribon. I saw it on my friend Debi’s list of favorite books so I had to get it because (as Victor says) I always get what Debi gets.
• I don’t always get what Debi gets. For instance, um, I can’t think of anything.
• But I’m still gonna insist Victor knows not of what he speaks.
• Somebody asked me the significance of Erik Estrada up there saying, “It’s Friday.” There is none. The image just made me giggle when I found it, and it’s still making me giggle so I’m still using it. It takes very little, sometimes, to make me giggle. It’s pathetic, but it is true.
• Here’s something just for Fancy Lori™, who frequently accuses me of using incorrect forms of words:
  
  
  I stand by my statement that “funner” is a word—a perfectly cromulent word.
• Today we took our dogs for a long walk. They are officially the worst walkers EVER in the history of dogs. I kind of don’t like them very much when we walk them, which is why we don’t walk them very often. I know, that probably makes us the worst dog owners EVER in the history of dog owners, but I promise that we give our dogs lots of love when they’re at home. We even let them on the furniture, but we draw the line at feeding them with forks.
• Yes, Law & Order is officially cancelled. I don’t wanna talk about it.
• Sunshine and I went out for fun times today. We started at Barnes & Noble (new books! YAY!) and then had a tasty lunch at Panera. After that we went to Cold Stone Creamery, where we ordered way too much Birthday Cake Remix for Sunshine’s belated birthday celebration. Here’s a hint: share it. The Birthday Cake Remix is sweeter than ANYTHING and will make you very, very thirsty. This is how we all looked when we left Cold Stone:
  
  
  OK, I was the only one that bald, but we were all in a sugar coma. It was kind of awesome and also really quite sad.
• A couple weeks ago I ran across a web site called Shit My Kids Ruined. It’s exactly what it sounds like—lots of photos of things ruined by children. There’s another one called Shit My Pets Ruined. You can probably figger out what’s on that site.
• Here’s something I don’t like: sometimes, when it’s two hours past the kids’ bedtime and Vic is playing Mario Kart with them as if he’s the coolest dad ever, I finally have to say it’s time to go to bed and all three of them go “Awwwww!” and glare at me like I’m The Ogre Mom. I’m pretty sure Vic just doesn’t like being the bad guy, but it’s possible he never learned how to tell time. Sometimes I think he just doesn’t pay attention. When Katie was a baby, she would frequently cry and cry and cry and he would be watching baseball or Baywatch or Golden Girls and somehow totally tune her out until she would cry for so long, she was absolutely inconsolable. And she was usually crying about something important, like hunger or unmatching clothes or stupid TV. How does he not notice stuff? I would LOVE to be able to not notice stuff.

I’m going to go read more of Why Girls Are Weird now. If you hear any really, really loud laughing, it’s me and I apologize. I’m sure you’ll fall asleep again soon. G’night.