Thursday night

I was just reminded to write in my journal, so here I am. Nothing extraordinary to report. The highlight of my day was the nap we took this afternoon. And I ate some pears straight out of a can, which M. seemed to have a hard time accepting. I think he thought I was too girly to eat without proper dishes. *grin* They were good, though.

What a boring life I lead if the most exciting thing I can think of involves canned pears. And unless I go into the current baby fixation that my family has or the little girl in the doctor's office who wished her baby sister would get lost, I believe that canned pears really do top the list. This is so tremendously sad that I must now go comptemplate doing something exciting (i.e. take another nap). So.. everyone but totte, who requested that I write tonight: Might as well ignore this entry. ;)