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Today (A List of Happenings)

I woke up before my alarm. Poor sleep has been haunting our house for TOO LONG.

I felt sick enough to be grumpy, but not sick enough to skip work.

I had a cultural misunderstanding. G needs a dress-up costume for school later this week.
G's mom: You could be a Hanson brother!
Me: Yeah!! No one would get it but the teachers, but it'd be great! I love their new single. Well, I guess it's not new anymore...but it's great!
G's mom: What?
Me: Yeah, they're still making music. Crazy, hey?
G's mom: No, I meant the hockey players.
Me: Oh. (who're they?)

I went to the zoo.
C: What's that hanging down there?
Me: (trying to remain calm) Um, I think that's the rhino's penis.
C: Oh. What's that animal? (pointing elsewhere)
Me: It's a tapir.
C: I want to be a baby tapir.



I sang along to M.I.A.'s Paper Planes with a 3 year-old. It seemed wrong and yet adorable.
(I skipped some lyrics)

I enforced health and safety rules.
(after school, picking up G)
Me: Where'd you get the gum?
G: Well, originally the floor, but I washed it off first.
Me: No. Get rid of it. You don't eat gum off the floor.
G: But I washed it off really well!
Me: No. Out.

I worked late. I work late tomorrow too.

I noticed an attractive man on the streetcar. For some reason, his shoes caught my eye. Matte red loafers. Very good choice.

I felt gall bladder pain. All the fatty goodness of raclette, and the jars of clotted cream that Nadine brought home this weekend have finally caught up to me. I dislike this reoccurring gall bladder issue, but it does keep me eating healthy most of the time...

I did laundry. I sang about doing laundry. I don't understand why I love laundry. Tomorrow I will do more laundry at work, and I will not mind.

I continued to receive feedback and follow-up from my 26 Secrets party that surprises and astounds me. I am still processing it. I think it will take months for me to see what this all means, in my life and for others (okay, that part I may never see).

I blogged.
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  1. Lisa12:15 PM

    I love doing laundry too! I find it so satisfying and relaxing. And you can do other things at the same time (talk to someone, listen to someone, watch TV, sing...).

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  2. Beth10:12 AM

    folding laundry is the warmest, coziest chore on earth, I think.

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  3. Ariana2:43 PM

    I find it horribly frustrating. I can never fold things straight enough or fast enough and it just drives me crazy. Which is why I never fold it. I leave my clean laundry sitting in the basket for weeks on end because I am a champion avoider.

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  4. Anonymous9:51 AM

    You've never seen the film Slapshot?? Are you a hockey fan at all?? Do you not like Paul Newman?

    G's mum is cool.

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  5. Beth5:25 PM

    alasdair, i am a hockey "fan" in the loose sense of the word. not like your style of sports fan-dom...

    and maybe someday I will see Slapshot.

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