Happy birthday to chown_me!
Just exhaustion so far. Which I had in spades yesterday as well, of course.
He's in Knoxville, TN. Which strikes me as The Wrong Place if only because it is neither Atlanta nor Boston.
Space Walk It's Like a Space Walk
"Nightgown of the Sullen Moon", by They Might Be Giants, is really fun to elevator-dance to. It can really only be elevator-danced to in a mommy way. Read: in a way that has no dignity or shame. Be not afraid to do lots of little short stops on your toes. The rhythm is weird. Go with it. His voice is weird. Belt with it anyway.
I played it three times in the car</i>. Adam loves me. He must.
Only If She's 5'3"
Adam said he never plays a song more than once. I disproved that by playing a song that I know he'll play obsessively - Sir Mix-A-Lot, "Baby Got Back".
Adam is like the whitest boy ever. It is so cute to watch him belt out "My anaconda don't want none unless you've got buns, hon!"
I'd like to note that, despite the ludicrous weight loss, I've still got some curves.
Duck- Duck - Moooooooose!
As I typed this entry, he just brought me coffee and a muffin - I couldn't drag myself out of bed early enough for breakfast at home. Too wiped out. And he brought me a present.
A wee stuffed moose in a duck suit. A moose dressed up as a duck. An insane ittle mooooose.
I love my husband.