The Kitchen Sink

So, my dad called the other day. He was waiting on pins and needles to hear about the Flagstaff trip to pick up Dadguy's new toy. Instead he got a rant on Linda Hirschman's "Shame-ifesto." Sorry Pop, here's the fun part.

My big sister took the day off of work to come watch the Chaos, she came bearing Twizzlers and her three year old son. It is my understanding that everyone had a pretty terrific time INCLUDING the Pearl-girl. My 10 month old baby did not miss her mama at all. She just shuffled on all fours after the older kids and had a generally good time. This surprised me a little, but does not hurt my feelings in the slightest. I'm considering going away for a while again real soon, like next week.

Dadguy and I drove and drove and talked the whole time. As far as the gluten free diet? Ahem, I believe the term is cheater cheater white bread eater! I had a doughnut and flour tortilla as well.

When we got home, the kitchen faucet had blown a gasket. Fine. I never liked that faucet anyway so although we could have fixed the whole business with a dollar twenty nine cent gasket, I went and bought a whole new rig that fit my aesthetic sensibilities. We shall not discuss the frustration and crustiness that ensued from this decision and purchase... but three days and several trips to the hardware store later and we have....