Because this woman needs a little shot of estrogen right now. And a shot few glasses of wine and good book talk wouldn't hurt, either. We read The Night Circus and it was really wonderful. So I'm totally dressing up in all black and white with a red scarf (tres theatrical, like a true rêveur) and ordering something dainty. Don't wait up, boys.
why so eager for book club tonight, green girl?
Well, I passed my karate module test last night, nailing the kama form (perfection, truly) and adequately passing the fan form. Because my son is easily embarrassed, I backed down from the Kimono Challenge. The boy and I share dojo space, I need to respect his need for me to blend into the woodwork and not make a spectacle of myself. However, the boy and I do NOT share blog space, so I'm totally making a video of the fan form in a kimono for all to witness and enjoy. Plus I'll demonstrate the level of dexterity required to manage a darn fan.
Mr. G woke me up for the 2nd time this week out of a dead sleep--nightmare. Again. And I can never fall back asleep once he does that, so I'm feeling a bit cranky.
Evidently Mr. G felt cranky this morning, too, because when I asked him to read today's lunch menu for us (normally a cool thing since he's learned to read so well), he read "We're having fat f*cking chicken patties." OH MY! Like any good mother would do, I promptly jammed a bar of Ivory soap between his lips and turned my back so he couldn't see me stifling hysterical laughter. Grouchy, foul-mouthed kid. Where the f*ck does he get off, talking like that?
After shooing the gang down the driveway to catch their bus, I strolled to the back yard to discover this grisly find (please don't look if you've got a weak constitution--this is really, really gross. I swear.):
That, friends, is some unidentified animal skull.
Bigger than my foot.
Bumble Book Club, take me away!
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