March 25, 2007
Damn, I miss these kids when I am gone.
Today is my fourth son’s birthday. The big 8. He is very excited. I am not sure if the day can possibly live up to his expectations and the plans he has been thinking about for the past six months or so. He is currently out at the bakery getting his birthday cake, which I have affectionately called, the Death-for-mom-cake, since it will likely not be made out of cardboard or vegetables, basically the two food groups I am regularly eating from these days.
This lack of carbohydrates in my diet is killing me. How do you low carb people live? I feel like I am perpetually light headed from a lack of bread, bagels, pasta, etc. I have some dough turning into bread in my breadmaker as I type. I realize I can buy and bake egg-free things, but I haven’t gotten around to it yet.
It is a heck of a lot quieter here in my house than it is in NYC. Holy cow, what is everyone shouting about. Inside voices, people! INSIDE VOICES! And there is just so many people. Go home, people! GO HOME! (Yes, I do realize the irony of the fact that I am also a tourist.) Also, get out of my way.
I learned this week that there is no such thing as comfortable shoes. You might think your shoes are comfortable, but they really are not.
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