-maneuvered a small piece of fish-shaped wood out from behind the dryer with Weston's
-commented on my friend Lauren's blog after she mocked my parenting practices. And not for the first time, I might add. Now I'm thinking I should write another one and be way meaner. Maybe even bring up the whole dog-tail incident.
-painstakingly mended a hole in the foot of Weston's favorite space sleeper, only to be told at bedtime that the insect pajamas he'd been wearing for two days were 'way cuter' and he needed to keep wearing them.
-read several chapters of 'French Women Don't Get Fat'. Geez, what an annoying book. Now I'm looking for one called 'American Women Don't Get Snotty and Pretentious'.
-clipped 36 little boy toenails and fingernails.
Whew, all that excitement has really done me in. I better hit the sack, because guess what! Tomorrow is SUNDAY and the pleasures that await me are sure to be indescribable. If you're lucky, anyway.