Man, do you guys rock. I have a bookstore list THIIIIIIS long, and just as soon as I'm over this cold I'll sell my kidney (well, one of my kidneys*) and hand the proceeds over to Barnes&Nobazonowell's.
So, the cold. Sophia seems to be on the other side of it (although the cough is apparently ours to keep), and I'm tired as a mofo with a sore throat of the type one might expect in a novice sword swallower. It's fun; I start the day as a throaty sex kitten and go to bed as a drag queen done up as Bea Arthur. I might call my mother and threaten her with Shady Pines for a while.
I have shit to do, peoples, but the stats homework and the T-Tapp (sorely neglected this week) will go begging. Sophia got a big girl bed today, and she is now sacked out in it, but Sean and I have to deal with the snowstorm of styrofoam beads, the shantytown's worth of cardboard, and the remains of the crib. We won't stop until somebody calls the cops. Or we pass out as though surrounded by an invisible sea of Milwaukee's Best cans. Say, that 'minds me: we were listening to that song in the car, and after it was over and we were into some Peter, Bjorn and John, Sophia piped up from the back seat: "I want the Copsen song!"
"Yeah, the copsen song! Somebody call the copsen!"
Tomorrow I'll tell you about the other things I did this weekend: namely two articles of clothing sewn by me! Maybe also some recent knitting pictures. Yes. Good times.
*Do you read a lot of David Sedaris?