Queen of Rambles

• Mike says I am required to title this post “Purple Hands.” Since when did he become the boss of me? I don’t even have purple hands. We thought all the weather people were having some sort of special “wear purple gloves to work day,” but it turns out our little TV is dying a slow and purple death. Either that, or Michelle Kwan is wearing a tight fitting purple neck/chin warmer.
• Mike says I am not allowed to call MisterE “butt boy.” Apparently that is some type of derogatory comment. To me, it’s just a shorter than saying “stinky butt boy” and boy oh boy does that boy have a stinky butt. It is going to be a mite embarrassing when he’s farting away on the plane and I tell everyone my kid stinks. They are all going to think it is me. How can such a sweet little boy smell so very bad?
• Did you know it snowed? If you are in the US, I’m sure you did since it’s all over the news. I’d like to laugh at the wimpy people for thinking a few inches is a big deal, but 12 inches isn’t something to scoff about. The roads are already cleared so I hope it’s safe to go out tomorrow. The boy has his 4 month appointment tomorrow. Mike was supposed to go with me and hold MisterE during the shots so I could go sob in the other room, but that’s not going to happen now. I don’t know if my nerves can take this motherhood thing.
• I talked to my family today and am pleased to report that my cousin’s situation is not as bad as I reported. It is bad. The wife did all the things I said she did, but it turns out that she was such a hard person to live with that life is actually a whole lot easier without her around. Child welfare and the court system are involved and he is getting a lot of support from his mother and her church friends. I still feel bad for him and his children, but maybe it is all for the best.
• I watched In Her Shoes yesterday and really loved it. I didn’t think I would like it all that much, but it surprised me with more depth than I expected. I wasn’t even totally annoyed when Toni Collette’s character kept calling herself fat. Normally I blow a gasket when an actress who is five pounds heavier than the Hollywood ideal plays a fat chick, but in this case it was too ridiculous to believe. Surely none of the people involved could believe Toni Collette could ever pass for fat. They bundled her up in bulky sweaters, but she still looked like an Olive Oyl body double who happened to be extremely cold. I’m not surprised. She had no body heat to keep her warm. She was really enjoyable in the role despite that little glitch. I may even *gasp* buy the book. I never read chick lit, but I would kind of like to read the full story.

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