Good Morning, 1/16/09

Johnathan is quite popular with the fifth grade set. . .

• Today Johnathan missed his bus, again, so I drove him to a stop further down the line. He got out of the car and was greeted by several fifth or fourth grade girls. As they realized who was getting out and standing at their stop with them, it was quite something to see their little faces light up and say his name with such glee. There were also a couple of boys his age, maybe a little older, who seemed to think this kid (Johnathan) was the equivalent of a first-grade Fonzi, sans leathers. One kid ran to him and started running at the mouth about Johnathan now knowing where he lives and visiting and yada yada yada. Johnathan's response was to exclaim, "Alright! Alright!" and walk past him towards the girls and approaching bus. I'm not worried right now, but if he keeps at this rate he'll be a cougar treat by the time he's a late teen.
• I need gloves. I can't find my trusty pair of superwarm gloves.
• I've been loving my lunches of Spinach Salads. . .
• On the fence about submitting a resume to direct Nunsense locally. Don't know if it is worth my time or worth it to interrupt my already shaky plans.
• Nanny was out yesterday and is out today, probably will be out Monday. She'll also be out for a week or two in about a month. So now I'm the nanny.
• I'm looking for a well-to-do Cougar to take me in as an assistant companion, so long as she funds my projects. . .
• I am baking a cake for the boys' party tomorrow. Well, baking it today when the boys are napping, which should be about 10:30 or 11:00. I love watching them interact and talk to each other. Fills me with lots o love. Except the biting. It looks sweet as Morgan reaches in to kiss his brother until the scream happens and I see the teeth marks.
  
• The twins turn one today! I let them sleep in until 9. It will screw up their sleep schedule, but it was nice, if a little worrisome, that they didn't wake me up at 6. (Not that 6 is that bad, but I've been super tired for the past. . . twelve months.) However, they are pleasant, smiling, talkative toddlers this morning.
  
• I sat in on a writing session of Idiot Box last night. Hopefully I'll be DP on the next few episodes. I have some idea for a cleaner, faster look. I think I contributed a few funny one-liners. For some reason, most of my humor last night centered around poop. . . or sex. But not both at the same time.
  
• I'll see you all on the other side of the weekend. Here's a pic of the boys I took while writing this: