Status Report

I'm so busy learning these days, my brain doesn't have time to wander or contemplate anything. Right now I'm sitting at the kitchen table and the girls are playing with a plastic dinosaur and a plastic rooster. Doc's out getting milk and nosedrops as we are out of both. We are out of milk because we are always running out of milk. I swear, these kids keep the local dairies in business. We are out of nose drops because Lucy put them on her knee. It was itchy. You know.

I spent most of last night in a mouth-breathing haze. I will admit it: I'm addicted to nose drops. The former owners of this house had a dog (I'm allergic) and I believe that the carpet is saturated with dog dander. My sinuses are just fine until I go into the bedroom and they slam shut. It's got to be the dog detrius. Anyway, when Doc asked if I needed anything from the store, I barked, "NOSE DROPS." He was taken aback by the forcefulness of my request, nay, demand. Hey, I'm a junkie for the stuff. What can I say? I like to breath...

Doc's fixing Jambalaya on the stove. It smells good, but I'll pass on it. I don't like rice. Go ahead and laugh at me; I can take it. It's resemblence to maggots is too close for comfort. I can't eat the stuff.

Riley is off to find the Sit and Spin. I pray she doesn't find it. It plays tunes just like the Barbie Guitar does. Loud and obnoxious. Only, it's worse: The manufacturer didn't want to shell out the big bucks for tunes like "Everybody Dance Now" and instead created a song that was almost just like the original but not enough that they would get sued. Fortunately, the dinner bell rang so she was distracted.

I'm off to feed the heathens. I hope you've had a nice day. Wish me luck as I try to hold the universe together.