Not that I obsessively check my blog and it's various associated accounts or anything, but I have received two generous iPod donations in the last, like, hour. They were anonymous, so I can't thank the givers personally, so let me thank you here: Thank you! You look so nice today. I love you, maybe platonically, maybe not.
I'm getting a wee case of the my-St.-Patrick's-Day-is-gonna-suck blues, so to counteract them, I've decided to keep the boyo out of day care for a few hours and take him to an Irish pub for breakfast. I want to take a picture of him in his little outfit, sitting on the bar next to a Guinness, with some hooligans in the background. In my family, it will be an heirloom to treasure forever. Plus maybe he'll be a boy magnet, if I keep repeating that he's my nephew (he's not, but that's what I say--cousin is too vague)? I'll be the cool chick that loves bars so much she'll bring the kids! Right? Boys love babies, right?
Right.
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