I have had lots of snippets of thoughts that made me think I should write a blog entry, but none of them have been more than a sentence or two.  Or less.  The result of this thought pattern is a brain full of jumbled mush that I must periodically empty.  So, here you go:
    Ladybug has a pair of pink jelly shoes.  She calls them her 'squids'.  No, I don't know why.  Baby Duck has decided she wants to be a TaeKwon-Do teacher.  If she's going to teach small children, she's going to have to develop more patience than her current teacher seems to possess.  I keep forgetting to buy a handheld mixer to replace the stand mixer E and I got for our wedding that broke at least 6 months ago.  Handheld mixers are cheap.  I'm not even attempting to do anything more than dream of the pretty KitchenAid stand mixer, but for some reason I have endured countless baking ventures without any reasonable ability to properly mix.  It's only, like, 20 bucks.  I really need to do that.  E's birthday is this weekend.  He's a pretty rockin' hubby, so I hope the plans I have for him make him feel totally special.  Ladybug and I went on a shopping adventure-- just the two of us-- earlier this week.  She saw a red balloon tied to a chair and went nuts for it.  I was trying to keep us moving, so I said, "Okay, we'll walk by it.  Say 'hi, balloon!'"  Ladybug said, in the most incredulous tone a 2-1/2 year old can muster, "No, Mommom!  It don't  have a face!"  Duh, Lady.  Enough with the personifying inanimate objects, already!  Baby Duck has another loose tooth.  I kind of hope it doesn't fall out very soon because the permanent tooth hasn't even broken the surface in the empty space next to it yet.  I'm having a neurotic panic attack that all of her teeth are going to shift terribly out of position and she's going to need four years worth of braces if this next tooth falls out.  I'm bored with my hair and thinking of cutting it, which is tremendously stupid to do in the summer when the humidity turns my hair into a snarled-up lion's mane.  A shorter lion's mane does not look any prettier.  I need to just spend the next 3 months with my hair twisted up on my head and deal with 'style' and 'prettiness' and 'not looking like a 12 year old' when the outdoor sauna season ends.  I get a free spicy chicken sandwich at Chick-fil-A tomorrow, and I'm not gonna lie:  I'm unreasonably stoked about it.
    That is all.

CL