Mostly-Mommy

Mike has some application on his Blackberry that can find a price for anything you take a picture of. Kinda fun to play around with, especially when you try to stump it. Here we have Exhibit A:

A rather tired and scraggly-looking Katie. How much do you think I’m worth on teh internets? Wait, don’t answer that. Let me get some lip gloss on and brush my hair first. D’oh, Mike went ahead and looked me up anyway…

Apparently I am an inflatable couch. Irony much?

Several weeks ago after putting our little hellions angels to bed my lovely husband and I sat down to watch a movie. It was Passengers starring Anne Hathaway who I believe to be a decent actress, so I thought it could be good. Nope. I was wrong, so terribly, terribly wrong. The guy in the movie was awful and he annoyed me through the whole thing. Moving on.

Soon after that we went to the theater for a date and saw Watchmen. This was not a good idea for me to do. I left the theater disturbed and depressed but more than that, bothered. The guy… likes owls, very mousy… looked really familiar and I just couldn’t place him. I did a little Google magic and what do you know! Same dude. At least he was SO MUCH better in Watchmen.

Some time later Mike convinced me to watch Lakeview Terrace. Within a few minutes of starting that one he was there again. We gave it a chance. We shouldn’t have.

So Patrick Wilson, you’re on notice. You’re okay, but pick better movies to be in for goodness sake mkay? If I’m spending my precious free time watching one I would love for it to be good. We seem to be striking out lately. Anyone got any recommendations? Clearly we can’t be trusted to pick on our own.

Could someone please explain to me how my not-quite-four-year-old son managed to:
a) Clog up the toilet and take 5 flushes to get everything sorted out?
b) Get poop smeared on the floor in the bathroom and hallway?

Mike said I needed to post a video of our daughter saying “Walrus” so that you all could understand the “magnitue of cuteness” that is her saying it. So here it is. I am your humble servant, blogworld.

Zoey: “Hi daddy!”

Me: “No Zoey, I’m mommy.”

“Daddy!”

“No, I’m mommy, and you shall call me Your Royal Momness.”

“Walrus!”

“No, not walrus, Your Royal Momness.”

“Walrus! WALRUSWALRUSWALRUS!”

“Dang.”