Why I've Been Away

An entire week has past since I posted last. And that's kind of a rhyme about spending my time. Let's set the cutesy stuff aside for a moment. I have some serious matters to discuss.

Pipsi's second tooth broke through Saturday, 5/17, and Pooki's second upper tooth (her fifth altogether) made its appearance yesterday, 5/18. No flesh on any part of my body is safe. Or anybody's body, for that matter. I hope they won't be the biters in preschool but I have little faith that that wish will be granted. Oh well. As long as the Beans brush them and eat good food with them, I suppose that in general I welcome all of those cute little teeth. Cute yet oh so sharp. And, since there are now teeth in their cute little mouths, we can now expand their menu to include that old favorite standby for little finger and mouths-- the ever-popular Cheerios!

Parker likes telling hers stories and singing to them:

And Piper seems to keep losing hers:

But all things considered, solid foods have been a raving success. Or maybe I should say the Beans have been a raving success at solid foods. I think I much prefer the sound of that.

So, other than new teeth and the accompanying new foods, why have I been away? I haven't! I've been here! Here where it is SO HOT!!!!!! It got up over one hundred degrees twice last week. So it must have been heat-related dementia that compelled me to have a garage sale on the HOTTEST SATURDAY OF THE YEAR. That's it. If I ever needed any confirmation that I'm utterly out of my mind, I think this was it. Even Biscuit thought so. At one point, about an hour into it when the driveway was still covered in Craps he said, "See? I told you this was crazy! Nobody wants our old Craps!" He was, however, a marvelous help and I couldn't have done it without him, especially because since last week's skates-to-keester escapade I still am not getting around with my usual spunk and zip. But by the end of the day, Biscuit graciously, proudly bestowed upon his mother the title, "Vanquisher of Craps" which is without a doubt the highest compliment he has ever given me. And then I think about this:

It makes me feel SO GOOD! Why? Why does an empty driveway make me feel good? Let me show you why!!!

TA-DAAA!!!!!!! So yes, maybe I have a broken ass. And maybe my kitchen floor is covered in what were once Cheeri- but are now Squishy-, Mushi-, Soggios. And maybe I am covered in freakishly tiny bite marks that make me look like I was attacked by geriatric bats who forgot their bat dentures back at the cave. But the Starship Margaret fits in the garage. And I am a rock star.

Let me ask just one favor of you. See that little gate to the right of the garage? Don't ever look behind there. And please be cool enough not to ask why. Because I think you already know.