- After reading all your comments from yesterday's post, I'm left wondering if any of you ever get any sleep. Don't answer that, by the way. If anybody says they do, I might have to throw rusty cans of rotten tomotoes at them. Anyway, y'all are a bunch of funny, sleep-deprived, blanket-scrounging, bed-wanting fools. Thanks for the laughs and for making me feel not-so-alone in my quest to sleep without wearing a toddler helmet.
In case you were wondering, the Toddler slept through the night last night, thereby ensuring that I would not get an opportunity to test my new method of threats. I'm sure I'll get my chance tonight. (Oh, and that does not mean I slept through the night. There's still the matter of those two pesky dogs.)
- A couple of my favorite Twits already know about it, but I got a new camera. As in, I got The Camera. It took over a year for me to talk myself into spending that kind of money on what is essentially a luxury, but when we got our federal tax refund, I thought about the fact that I take pictures just about every day and that my little bud the Sony Cybershot has been known to let me down quite frequently, and I figured it was justified. Of course, just thinking the words "maybe I'll finally buy a good camera" were enough to send Mr. Husband into hyper electronics acquisition mode. He spent HOURS researching prices and features and blah, blah, blah. It finally showed up on Saturday, and now he's the only one that has used it. The same man who has taken maybe 20 pictures in the past ten years has now taken over 100 in the past few days with Mr. Canon. I haven't taken a single one. Frankly, I'm a little bit scared of Mr. Canon. He's so big and powerful and amazing. I need to read his instruction guide, maybe take him out for dinner and a movie, and get to know him better.
- Project watch what you say is in full swing. The repeating? At never before seen levels. In the past week, Meg has been called stupid and special (both adults get the blame for the former, but the latter was all Mr. Husband). The Toddler is repeating EVERYTHING. I'm going to go out on a limb and bet that the first time she repeats a real bad cuss, I'm going to be the one responsible. That's what happens when you endlessly hound your husband not to swear.
- Coaches and players come and go, but there is one man who has and will always be The Pittsburgh Steelers--Myron Cope. The voice was unforgettable and the legacy will remain forever. We'll miss ya' Cope.
