Five Golden Days

"On your mark, get ready, set, now run away for good"
The Damnwells

This morning I walked downtown with Buckaroo on my back, grabbed a decaf, soy, iced mocha, and perused the bookstore. There's something about a baby on the back-- he brings out a hello from everyone. It made me all teary.

Five days left, and I've become a total sap. I think every song I hear is speaking to me personally.

I've decided to get a tattoo of a California poppy on my bum. Ok, maybe. I'm not big on tattoos, and Obo says this makes me []. I've just never been able to think of anything I will still enjoy when I'm all old and wrinkly.

Obo also says the fact that I don't enjoy tv or consuming mass amounts of high fructose corn syrup makes me square. I said if I did enjoy those things I would be round, not square-- which I thought was hilarious. He did not.

Good news! Sweet Potato had a class party at the park today, and when she left this morning, I said, "Do you want to bring a book?" and she said, "Why?" Hallalujah!

I should explain that while I like to encourage reading as much as the next parent, Sweet Potato has been using her books to shield herself from the other children at her new school, reading every recess and in-class break. So, the last week of school, and we've finally had a break through!

Ok, time for Buckaroo's diaper change.