LET ME SAY FIRST THAT THIS WILL BE MY FIRST POST FROM MY (NEW!) ITOUCH, WHICH IS RIDICULOUSLY FUN, NOT TO MENTION PLAIN AWESOME, BUT AS SOME HAVE BEEN aBLE TO GUESS, I'M STILL , SHALL WE SAY, GETTING USED TO THE ITTY BITTYNESS OF THE KEYBOARD (I KNOW, PART OF SAID AWESOME),AND THIS DEVICE OBVIOUSLY FEELS LIKE I HAVE SOMETHING ImPORTANT (OR LOUD,I'M NOT SURE ENTIRELY YET...WE'RE STILL IN THE INFANCY OF OUR OWNER/POSSESSION RELATIONSHIP HERE) , BECAUSE EVERY TIME I TRY TO SWITCH OFF THE CAPS LOCK, IT CLICKS ITSELF BACK ON...ALMOST AS THOUGH IT WAS ACTUALLY THINKING OR SOMETHING.
Yes, the day will come when machines will conquer the world.
Okay, now it's totally writing normal. And my dad always says that the computer can only do what you tell it to. To which I say, yes, unless you happen to be an evil computer bent on world domination....I mean, come on....we all know the types..."he was such a quiet guy, always so polite..."...yeah, very normal til that off day when he casually guns down the neighborhood because "I hate Mondays."
This is the logic I'm working with here.
But, moving on: Easter weekend was interesting here, in a not at all bad way. Grandma sent treat bags with the boys, cute little animal eggs included. We ate ham and had the egg hunt outside, and have succesfullymade it through three...excuse me...FOUR..nights with the boys camping in the office while we've (meaning Mike) been refinishing the original hardwood floors in the front part of the house. Which is so much a bigger job than I can give justice to with mere words. Let me just say with the utmost sincereity, that I truly love my sweetie.
Speaking of affection, the boys might have found something as deserving as pokemon when it comes to their precious time and single minded devotion: they went to see 'How To Train a Dragon' with their cousins this last week, and it is all they can talk about. Really. Cole has had his red three headed 'Drago' since Christmas, but his brothers never expressed any interest themselves until this last weekend, and now, Adam is insistent that he must have the black small one that they sell at Borders. I told him that he could put on his list, and maybe in the next little while, if we happened upon it on our grocery runs, that I would definitely most probably consider it. That went over just about as well as the segueing conversation that mostly consisted of Adam asking 'Why?' and me giving a very organized speech regarding delayed gratification, financial budgeting and the opportunity costs of time vs gas money on segregated errand running.
Wow. When did I become such a mom? I guess it was sometime between the car seat purchase and obsessing over playdoh recipes, but darned if I know.
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