I can't wait until Erik is old enough to cut the hair off all Helen's my little ponies.
I fear my developing hatred of talking maps may spread to the GPS.
The Roomba may have failed me for the last time. We got all ready to run it, and after 1 minute it whines it's battery is dead. At $30 a pop, I'm almost ready to write the damn thing off and go with a different robot vac.
One with a frick'n laser! I'll give it a couple charge cycles, but I am Most Displeased.
Helen's emitting at over 101F now. She's due for another dose of ibuprofen, but I'm holding off until after lunch - so the next dose lines up with bedtime. And maybe with a bit of fever
she'll actually nap.
Uh-oh, Dora's up to Tico helping find the nuts. I only have a few minutes left to make lunch.