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Wow, has it really been ten days since I last posted? And my auto-twitter-reposts are broken again? That's unfortunate, because I've been tweeting up a storm. Um, so to speak.
Anyway, I haven't been posting because, um, stuff? has been happening? you know? like, life? I dunno.
Did I post that I was in a minor car accident the Friday before last? It was totally annoying. I have spoken to the insurance company, who took down my version of events and said they will let me know whether I'm found at fault. If I am, you bet your ass I'll be appealing that shit. I can't believe that the jerk who hit me even bothered to call the insurance. I can't possibly imagine that his car sustained more than the deductible's worth of damage. But what-the-fuck-ever.
Then my car got dinged again today, in the SAME SPOT, by a guy at Isaac's afterschool! He was backing up their van, and it was dark and rainy, and I was standing on the sidewalk thinking "well, he's going to stop...he's going to...AUGH STOP!" and he, well, didn't. Not in time. It was just a little dent in the fender so I was like WHATEVER I JUST WANT TO GO THE HELL HOME and he was like "I'm going to talk to my boss" and I fled.
Apparently, while I was helplessly watching him back into my car, I yelled "Don't bash my car!" because Ruthie said about a thousand times on the way home "he bashed your car!" Oy.
Thanksgiving! I didn't post about it. Um, it was what it usually is. Family, food. Kids misbehaving and not eating barely anything. I think Ruthie had three bowls of ice cream. Over the weekend we had a playdate and went to the zoo and saw "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs." It was cute.
The kids play together so much lately. It is awesome. Except for when it makes us all late to bed because I can't manage to untangle them long enough to get pajama'd and so forth.
That'll have to be enough for now because I'm beat.
Anyway, I haven't been posting because, um, stuff? has been happening? you know? like, life? I dunno.
Did I post that I was in a minor car accident the Friday before last? It was totally annoying. I have spoken to the insurance company, who took down my version of events and said they will let me know whether I'm found at fault. If I am, you bet your ass I'll be appealing that shit. I can't believe that the jerk who hit me even bothered to call the insurance. I can't possibly imagine that his car sustained more than the deductible's worth of damage. But what-the-fuck-ever.
Then my car got dinged again today, in the SAME SPOT, by a guy at Isaac's afterschool! He was backing up their van, and it was dark and rainy, and I was standing on the sidewalk thinking "well, he's going to stop...he's going to...AUGH STOP!" and he, well, didn't. Not in time. It was just a little dent in the fender so I was like WHATEVER I JUST WANT TO GO THE HELL HOME and he was like "I'm going to talk to my boss" and I fled.
Apparently, while I was helplessly watching him back into my car, I yelled "Don't bash my car!" because Ruthie said about a thousand times on the way home "he bashed your car!" Oy.
Thanksgiving! I didn't post about it. Um, it was what it usually is. Family, food. Kids misbehaving and not eating barely anything. I think Ruthie had three bowls of ice cream. Over the weekend we had a playdate and went to the zoo and saw "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs." It was cute.
The kids play together so much lately. It is awesome. Except for when it makes us all late to bed because I can't manage to untangle them long enough to get pajama'd and so forth.
That'll have to be enough for now because I'm beat.