fun fun fun!

What should you do when you have company over who insists on fixing you yummy delicious dinners? What a dilemma! I'm pretty sure that I should just ask them to never leave. We could have loads of fun! And yet, off they go tomorrow morning, entirely too soon, of course. We have had a fun time, incidents not withstanding. I guess one is at a personal low when one finds oneself trying to encourage their guests to wet the bed in order to downplay one's own embarrassing moments. I don't think she's going to take me up on that offer, which.. well, honestly, that's a good thing. Never listen to me if I ask you to pee in our guest bed. Or any of our other beds, for that matter. Basically, don't pee in anything other than approved peeing devices at my house, no matter what I say.

I am writing this from the comfort of the couch, where we are excitedly watching the Wiggles. Erik left the room at some point but the Swedes and I kept watching. M and I are very alarmed at the characters in these shows. There were puppets, people. PUPPETS. I thought M was going to fall out of his chair when they popped onto the screen. I cannot actually put the Wiggles experience into words. I don't think Carrie or Mike have ever actually felt the need to rewind part of the Wiggles in order to watch certain scenes over again before, though. They did say that they had never had this much fun watching this show. M, however, claims that he has been damaged for life. I have seen the Future, you all, and it is Scary. The worst part is that they have assured me that we only HOPE that Evelyn likes the Wiggles and not the other ones she could get into. At least it's not the potty dvd. We saw quite enough of that one.

There were no major misadventures today, although my snarky mouth got me in a little bit of trouble again with the hostess at the restaraunt we went to. Apparently, people who are standing right behing you can actually STILL HEAR YOU when you gripe about them. Huh! Who would have ever guessed?

Carrie just asked me if I was typing something real because I type fast. Which... I do. But ever since she asked, I have been completely unable to spell anything without a gazillion typos.

We did have an interesting moment earlier, when Carrie lifted her poor child up by his head. I was so, so freaked out. Then they laughed at me because she OBVIOUSLY was not actually lifting him by his head--he was lifting himself by holding onto her arms, which were braced on his head. So, you will all be glad to know that I did not need to get involved after all. Whew!

Anyway, I guess it's time to get back to the company, and it's nearly bathtime. Off I go!