Rain Outs and the Domestic Goddess

Man, I come up with great titles, but then I feel the entry lacks the potential. Oh well, you make the call.

It's raining here in Rainland. What's new?

I woke up today hell-bent to be flexible. So -

I talked WJ into forgoing the gym today. It was too easy. But then it's always easy for her to drive me back to my car.

Tried to unload the Heap on the body shop. While Himself and I knew I was to bring it in today, the guy said Friday. Whatever. Frankly, if the hinges were unpainted, I wouldn't care. But he seems to. Probably cares about the added charges it would elicit too. Oh well.

We went to Freddy's. Bought some fructose so I can indulge in my Domestic Goddess urgings to bake. The sweetener has gone way up in price. I guess I must return to the Store of Absolute Decadence to check out their prices.

The Girl blew a gasket over not getting the carseat of choice. We had an awkwardly silent ride home - well as silent as can be with a screaming three year old demanding preferential seating. Ironic thing is, WJ would have pulled the Elfinator from the seat, but she knew from her experience he would blow a gasket. She didn't expect the Girl to blow hers.

Oh well, I got to show off my gentle parenting skills. I am a much better parent in public.

When we got home, I gave the Girl some Pulsatilla. She threw herself on the bed and then was fine.

We baked cookies. Now I am fighting the squids off of them. Nutrition - bleh.

Misterpher's Mrs. Coach called to cancel t-ball practice. Fine and dandy. Gotta make it over to the printer to pick up brochures. Think up Dinner and bake some bread for a bake sale for Kabloey's class.

Oh, and spend some more of our tax refund in the form of soon-to-be-known-as-albatross prepaid AmEx money cards.