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May 15th, 2007 | smatterings

impressed, as usual

  • we’ve got 16 days to come up with our rent. or a viable explanation and promised date. i don’t think either will happen.
  • dr. daddy and i applied for a job together, acting as assistant managers to a building across the street from stanley park. it pays more than we’re used to, has benefits, a HUGE rent deduction on a two-bedroom, and more. we’d have to get rid of our cat though. something tells me that’s not a problem for me if it means i have a bedroom again! (oh and a pool!)
  • i feel like both making a cake and dying my hair bright red. i will do neither.
  • it’s gorgeous outside and my cramps are making me want to curl up in a dank cave.
  • i’m pretty stoked at the thought of using my rain-check for sale diapers on friday when family benefits come rolling in…i don’t think i can stretch the half pack until then, though. maybe we can use the swimming diapers?!
  • for years, when i was less critical of my weight, i was “hippy”. now i’m stuck with this narrow waist and straight hips. THESE ARE NOT GOOD FOR BALANCING A BABY ON. she just slides right off.
  • we’ve taken to borrowing kid’s movies from the library so zoë is now subjected to about 40 minutes of movies a week. sometimes she sits (for a minute or two) and watches. normally, she walks towards the tv, gets real close and then smacks a cartoon dog or something.
  • yesterday, we watched bambi while cuddle for a whole four minutes straight! i cried when his mother didn’t make it and zoë giggled when i tickle-attacked her screeching, “i’m twitterpated! TWITTTTTEEERRRRRRPPPATTTTED!”
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  • that would be a pretty much awesome job to have.
    i would like a cake, and maybe red hair again.
    i second CJ's idea for the tape. it would work brilliantly.
  • Have you tried Gaffa tape?
    Strap a little Gaffa tape around her waist and your hips. That way you could also carry her hands free.......

    Or what about designing some kind of Zorro holster?

    No need to thank me. I honestly don't know how you ever coped before meeting me!
  • he is, he has a phD in slacking.

    no really, we call him a doctor of GLASS, or a GLASSHOLE.
  • I hope you guys get the job! I thought Dr. Daddy was actually a doctor, so while things sucked, at least you weren't strapped for cash. Sorry I was way off.
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