November

  • I have a growth scan and my glucose test today. I was going to document more of this pregnancy but people have been so rude and invasive, or have not respected my wishes concerning my privacy, so I find myself curling in and not sharing anything with anyone, if I can help it. I'm not sure when pregnancy became such a public event, but if I won't talk to you about my weekend, what makes you think I'm going to talk to you about my body's most intimate functions? SMDH.
  • Oh hey, know what's awesome? My boss ambushing me on my way into the office, reprimanding me for sending through a report with all the wrong funding. Once I get get settled and look at the report, the notes clearly state that at the time she approved said funding. Not sure how to handle this in a way that doesn't come across as bitchy. 
  • You owe it to yourself to give Anthony Bourdain's Les Halles French Onion Soup a try. We made it on Halloween when I had time to let those onions cook down and down and down into a brown, gooey, sweet mess.  
  • Also! Halloween! I LOVE TRICK OR TREATERS. I even love the teenagers. As long as you shout "trick or treat!" you're getting a prize from me.* Our best costumes of the night, hands down: a pair of seven year olds dressed as Abraham Lincoln and Ben Franklin. I MEAN COME ON. We participated in the Teal Pumpkin project this year and offered glow sticks, pens and pencils, temporary tattoos, and other non-food items alongside our candy. I was super surprised to find that almost all of the kids chose a non-candy item over the sugar! I don't think I'm even going to offer candy next year.
    * I stared at one little girl until she said it, followed quickly by ".. even though I DON'T like SAYING IT!". I just about turned her over my knee. Stay home then, little diva.
Resting after our traumatic visit to The Bad Place Where They Take Your Temperature.

Resting after our traumatic visit to The Bad Place Where They Take Your Temperature.

  • And then the truly scary part of the weekend: Saturday morning I couldn't find a piece of yarn I'd left on the kitchen table. This would have been less of a big deal if it hadn't had a giant needle threaded on it. I turned the kitchen and every likely spot in the house upside down to no avail. Commence freaking out that one of the cats had swallowed it, because cats don't always think logically. A $300 trip to the emergency vet for X-rays later, everyone's in the clear and I'm baffled. Last night I found it wrapped up in the Velcro of a lunchbag, sitting on the counter waiting to be washed. I'm just relieved that my incredibly stupid moment didn't hurt any of my babies. Mr. PW was pissed that I essentially "lit $300 on fire", and I can't say that I blame him, but apparently it was a lesson I had to learn the hard way. On this weekend's task list is cleaning up and organizing my sewing space so I'm more aware of where everything is.  
The offender. That sucker's like three inches long. You wouldn't think a housecat could swallow that, but we all know cats don't follow the laws of physics.  

The offender. That sucker's like three inches long. You wouldn't think a housecat could swallow that, but we all know cats don't follow the laws of physics.