perhaps I need an intervention

Lodged in my head lately:
Kung Fu Fighting. (Too much Kung Fu Panda?)
The Alphabet Song sung Super Why-style.
Mr. G's snack song from day care (sung to the tune of If You're Happy & You Know It)--sung with his speech impediments ("put your hands in your yap, in your yap").
Lines from Shakespeare's Sonnet 18.

Avoiding:
The news. It's quite depressing lately and redundant. Did I mention how redundant the news has been? I feel like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day when I switch on Morning Edition.
Shopping.
The Story of Edgar Sawtelle.
TV (the cancellation of Pushing Daisies pushed me over the edge).
Cleaning upstairs--too many toys to put away and I'm in no mood.
Calling about the dishwasher. I suspect the repair bill will rival the cost of a new dishwasher.

Ought to:
Go to the bank and the post office.
Make Mr. G & Mr. B take a bath.
Run a load of wash.
Answer 20-odd emails.
Find a new book to read.

Pull the meat for tonight's supper out of the freezer.
Update my blog roll.
Write something more interesting than this hooey.
Go for a hike and take some photographs--that would be good blog fodder. Perhaps I'll get Mr. G on the sled later and drag him around a bit--get a little exercise AND get some photos.

Pleased with:
My new haircut.
Jars of fruit I put up this summer--we'll have peach crisp for dessert tonight.

Our babysitter who had to cancel but booked another babysitter to take her place while we bowl tonight. (How many kids can say the Homecoming King is their babysitter? Mine can!)
Mr. B's buddy's dad who plowed our driveway yesterday--a kind thing to do.
The solidarity of bloggy friends who believe in setting aside terrible books.
Anticipating a visit from Lauren in April.
Team Testosterone playing outside in the snow every day after school this week.
Finally having my house back to order.

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