*PIROUETTES*

"It's the moooooooost wonderful tiiiiiiiiiiiime of the yeeeeeeear!"

If you're wondering if my children are all in school today, give yourself fifty extra points because HUZZAH! I am officially the mother of a junior high student (which is WEIRDNESS, I'm only 18! Wait...) and although the bus NEVER SHOWED UP (this is our first year riding the bus) we loaded The Boy in the car, zipped him off, got the girls' lunches packed in their bento boxes, walked them to school and tap danced home. Figuratively. (It was more of a barrel roll with jazz hands)

I am going to see Superbad at noon based on southernbangels rec and maybe take a nap in an hour, I can do whatever I want!!! *walks around naked eating CHIPS and SWEARING*

( Movie talk if you're interested )

I spoke to entrenous88 a few times this weekend, and she and her little family seem like they are happy to be starting anew in their new place, and that was good to hear. I was left a little "meh" over the Big Love season finale last night ( spoilery comment )

The best show on Sunday nights remains the BBC/Discovery Channel's The Blue Planet. Absolutely stunning. My little marine biologists are in hog heaven with that on the tube. (Note for those with sensitive kids/selves: anytime you see seals... Just leave the room at the 2 minute mark. Inevitably the Orcas will show up, and it made my Emily - and me - cry. :( Orcas are just horrid. I mean, I know they need to eat. But they're so cruel. Ditto on leaving when the clip with the grey whale and her baby airs. Leave as soon as you see the black fins crest behind them. Come back after five minutes. Trust me.)

I'm going to crank up The Chronic or some other dirty-worded music and enjoy my house. MY HOUSE IS MINE AGAIN!!! *gets krunked up*

(And happy birthday piratequeen!! I hope you have a FABULOUS day. *hearts my Kat(i)e/Gwyn*

Gah, I know I know, spam, but I HAVE TO RECORD THIS.

So, I just got back from Superbad. I loved it. LOVED. IT. BUT! First: I took my vitamins as I was walking out the door and the last one felt weird going down, like it was stuck. You know that feeling. I kept swallowing and swallowing, trying to force that stretched out feeling away. I park my car at the theater, get out, cough, and POWDER COMES OUT OF MY MOUTH. I am freaking out, because who hasn't heard the old wives tale of the person whose esophagus was eaten away by an improperly swallowed pill? (Is that just something I was told to be freaked out by? Well, it worked. [ETA] OH! And it's REAL.)

So I'm all panicking that my throat is going to burn away like I swallowed boric acid, and I'm going to straight away buy a drink and fix it, right? I go get my tickets, and there are two dudes in front of me: one large and in charge, the other like he's been stretched out in a taffy pull. (Just like the guys in Superbad! Except well over 6 feet, the twain of them.) The lady behind the booth asks them for ID and they get all huffy and affronted, "Seriously? I don't even need ID for bars, how hilarious that you need this. Ha ha ha. I'm 24." And they make a big show of how much of a pain in their ass this is. (Are you thinking not old enough? Me, too.) I go to get mine, she cards me, I say thank you (because come on. My kid started junior high today.) and go to get a Coke. These two knuckleheads stand behind me and start chatting me up!

"Hey, you coming to see Superbad? It's awesome. We've seen it, like, twice already." Okay. I show I'm not interested, just need a drink to keep from dying via acid throat, get my soda, go sit down and chug it. (My neck did not, in fact, dissolve. In case you were worried.) The two guys come in and climb over chairs (because steps are hard you guys, zomg) and sit RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. There are 10 people in the theater. Um... Well. One of the dudes, the taffy-pull guy, has a shirt that reads:

I
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hot moms.

Ahahahahahaha!! They keep laughing at jokes in the movie and checking to see if I'm laughing!! They WAVED GOODBYE when the credits rolled, after sitting there for a while whispering. Awwwww! I feel like a MILF. Bless their little hearts. Okay, now I have to go pick up my GROWN UP MANCHILD who probably has a mustache and a draft form for me to sign. *stomps off* hee!