Trying

I'm on my phone ... trying to blog. I'm not sure if this will work and since Boo is on the computer for work (i.e. reading porn), I can't check.

Fortuitous

It's a good thing my boobs are real ...



... it would have stunk if I had popped one!

Biological Warfare

The worst thing ever?



Maybe not, but it's up there!

Sorry

Dear Blog:

I'm sorry I've been neglecting you. Mommyhood has been keeping me busy, but I do have a few things to share. Give me a day or two. There is horrible poop, threats of bodily harm, and progress and anti-progress on the Bee Fields shawl!

Love you,
SPR

Cheese

This morning my husband received the following e-mail from the car dealership where he bought his car:

Dear CRV:

"Happy Birthday" from your friends at Hoffman Honda!

I hope you and P- are getting along well and that P- is taking good care of you. If you have any bumps and scratches, aches or pains, just come in and see us. We are here to care for you. As always if there is anything I can do, please call me at Hoffman Honda at 860-651-3501.

I hope you and your owner have an excellent day!

Respectfully,
J-, Sales Manager
Hoffman Honda
j-@hoffmanauto.com
860-651-3501

He thought the e-mail was the queerest thing ever, though I suspect he secretly liked it. Me? I kinda think it's neat. I told the CRV it should send a thank you note, something along the lines of:

Dear J-:

Thank you for the birthday wishes. I am doing well and P- is taking good care of me. Unfortunately P- refuses to buy me an amplifier and subwoofer for my birthday, something about kids and their stereos. I'm really bummed. He did, however, say that if someone gave me an amp and subwoofer for my birthday, he'd let me keep 'em. I'm ACHING for them. Maybe a kind "uncle," like the sales manager who handled my adoption, could hook me up, wink wink, nudge nudge.

Thoughtfully,
CRV