That is a very fetching outfit and bonnet Sir. It becomes you.

I just listened to a book about Sergei didn't I? And I loved every damn minute of it. The personality translated so well from all the KUEC podcast moments of cat story hour. I salute you tiny emperor, and you the chronicler of such eminence.

Oh no! You are welcome? Heck.

Apparently the sheer weight of a reproductive organ just weighs us down. How can we aspire to anything other than lugging a sagging uterus around while scrubbing banana off every surface up to three feet off the floor? Excuse me while I speed run another stats module with a toddler in my lap.

My living room floor is awash in things with wheels on or stuffing in. He is happily nesting with a large bag of duplo blocks as a pillow. My only serious objection other than the pile of belongings is that I do not have a similar nest I can climb into and shit the lid.

On the other hand my son has decided to clear all of the toys out of his storage ottoman in the living room and inhabit the resulting cavity like a cheese seeking ghoul. He is humming Ohhhhhh quietly to himself and occasionally tending one chubby leg like an antenna.

And the dog? In heat again. For the third time this year. I know she is benefiting from the hormone cushioning to her malformed leg but we are now at the point where her growth phase is about over and this girl is getting snipped at the first opportunity. No more slightly manic fur bombs here.

I have one spoon. It is full of dirty dishes and whatever this is over here on the floor that probably isn't blood since nobody has asked me to put boo boo goo on anything. I think it is bbq sauce. About to put a piece of cheese on it and tell the dog she is the maid.

Today is for trying to clean anything with a toddler who has come down with random sobbing syndrome. Have food? Wail. Clean pants? Sob. Lay on mamma and have some educational screen time cuz she is exhausted and this is what we got to work with? Elbow in my diaphragm and screaming if moved.

I still live in hope of the rest of the chef books on audio. I adore them and listen to what exists more often than is strictly healthy by FDA guidelines.

No bloody wonder you write about food the way Chuck Tingle writes about sex. Sir. I am verklempt.

Or that. Ya know puree is the sincerest form of flattery.

YES!! I pureed over these a few years ago and I still make flaily hands at them.