interetted...

i truly have nothing left to tell you today. i just wrote a guest post for my friend, and it used up all the words in my head.

i'm sure i've told you this before, but guest posts drain me. it's a huge responsibility, don't you think? i worry so much. it's like babysitting someone else's babe and hoping beyond all hope that you don't kill it. or worse? disappoint it.

although. i could tell you how mémé's new phrase is i'm very interetted in that. for example, she is interetted in becoming a dragon hunter. she is not interetted in going to school.

she was eating the last sugar cookie the other day, looked sideways at me looking sideways at her, and noted you're very interetted in my cookie, aren't you?

i was very interetted in that cookie.

or i could tell you how she was mooching around in bed last night. {yes. still a co-sleeper sort of parent. and still chagrined.} and i asked without thinking if she wanted to take off her pajama britches. sometimes pajamas just get in the way of sleep, right?

well. she totally dead-faced me, and asked in a half-skeevy, half-judgy, half-disdainy voice...would you like me to take off YOUR panties?

ummm. no. i am not too terribly interetted in that.

shoppe update. shoppe update. we're having a bonanza, even though mary does not like that word. if you buy two notecard sets, we'll send you an extra one to give away. or, you can keep one and give two away. or you can keep all three. we promise not to judge. xoxo.