Oh, yeah. I have a blog.

Right. Well, um, not much going on lately, really...

Britt had the golden squirts for a week after Christmas, much like the Shitstorm of 2007. Lots of stuff running down the leg and contaminated bedding and clothing changes and whatnot. I'm so glad that's over.

Now she has a rash, on her left side and chest and a little bit on her arm. I freaked at first, thinking chicken pox, but she's been vaccinated for that. Besides, it would've been all over her by now and it's receding instead. I think it's from soap that didn't get washed off in the bath. She loves soaping up; rinsing, not so much.

She started back to school on Tuesday, and we're signed up for a fresh round of zoo and art classes. First up: "J is for Jaguar!" on Saturday.

I haven't used my new crock pot or mixing bowls yet, but one of my gorgeous new glasses got chipped already and Mikey tossed it out. Oh, and I got $50 worth of iTunes gift cards for Christmas too, but, well, um, I sort of don't need them now. That's all I'm sayin' about that.

Mikey was complaining the other day that I never make my super-fabulous chicken pot pie or lasagna anymore and I was all, "Dude! That's a three-hour process!" and he was all pouty and shit, so I tried to make the chicken pot pie today, but I think I loaned the cookbook that has the recipe to Sherri, so I had to wing it. And, um, Sher? I need that recipe. Call me.