vegetable I am drowning in taste sensation right now. I made myself the best thing ever: a strawberry-banana-peach smoothie with vanilla yogurt. Juniper has recently learned how to scream, and she feels the need to use this newfound superpower nearly all the time. I'll put her down for a second to put a load of clothes in the washer and a few seconds later I'll hear this high-pitched, prolonged, piercing shriek. The first couple of times I came running because I thought the cat had finally had enough and started slapping her around, or that maybe it came on the news that Bush won the Nobel Peace Prize or something and that disturbed her, or any number of things. But oh no, she was having a great time making her new noise. And of course she thought it was funny that she could make her mommy run like that. Let's just hope she isn't the girl that cried the proverbial wolf, because I don't come running at that noise any more. I finally got caught up on balancing the checkbook. Actually, it's really the "checkbook", because I use Quicken, and take a sort of sick, geeky delight in it. The thing is, we're poor. We're really damn poor. Poorer than rat piss. Poorer than John Ashcroft's sense of humor. Etcetera. So I made up a budget, and of course spent the rest of the evening explaining it to my bored and fidgety husband. Our monthly entertainment budget now allows us enough money to amuse ourselves by giving raspberry kisses to the baby and watching her laugh. And, due to the extreme nature of our need for frugality, I might have actually convinced my husband to be a vegetarian. At least when I'm not looking. We'll see if it actually turns out to our financial advantage, or if it just drives him to sneak expensive beefy snacks on the sly. The baby is singing her siren song. |