Dear Daddy...

Dear Daddy who art in Romulus, please forgive me my sins... I'm drinking Bacardi Gold. We ran out of Meyers. I really am sorry, Daddy. You raised me better than that! And, to make matters worse, at the after-inventory-party earlier today I drank a Labatts Blue and then a Captain and coke. That is not a good rum! I just cannot even keep up with what the kid is doing. Right now she has 3 bunnies lined up. Big-Pink-Fluffy-Bunny is on her pink suitcase and the Nutbrown Hares are propped on my purple yoga blocks. She found them all at "city hall." What the what?! What business does a four year old have with city hall?! I had to take a picture. We had inventory at work today. But, probably more importantly, at least for our child - there is a Phineus and Ferb marathon on. The child is so totally psyched. And absorbed. At first, the show really rubbed me the wrong way. But, I must say - Scott and I have found ourselves watching the show even when the child is away. We don't watch it while she's in bed for fear of waking the monster. We highly recommend the show. It is surprisingly witty and intelligent. Do most 4 year olds understand, much less preach recycling? I thought I was a pretty good recycler - but our kid totally puts me to shame! She's breaking a box from Amazon. She's breaking it so that it can go back to the Earth! Ok. Scott got a spear tip from Amazon. I know you wanted to ask that. Scott's in in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on a BBQ chicken, black bean and asparagus pizza. I love him. Well, except for the fact that he let me run out of Meyer's Rum! "whoa, go baby!" I'm not sure what the kid is listening to on her "walkman" cd player, but she's diggin' it! Ok, I'm done for now. Nighty night.

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We have gotten rid of the kid's bed and all of our tomatoes and peppers are dead, and the poor, lone eggplant.

That's the most that I have to report, so, I guess, life is good.

I have so much to say, but don't feel like I have the time to get it all out. I'll find my balance.

I signed up on Facebook. I feel so exposed. Everyone can see my pictures and thoughts. Is it safe? Is it right? Stop. Cliche time. (to the tune of "Hammer-Time.") - I guess time will tell.

That sounds much funnier in my head...