Small critter

My tiny daughter has waited until now to give me a really cute stretch mark right in the middle of my abdomen. It's a pretty cool meteorological pattern that I will point to and frown at, every time she gives me grief.

Mike and I went over to my mom's place last night so that Mikey could enjoy the HBO Churchill movie (while my mom and I tortured him by being total GIRLS. "Wait-- Russia was our ally??" "Ew. Those are their planes? Those don't look they could do much damage at all!" "Why do they paint targets on them?" "Dresden... they make some sort of pottery or ceramics there, no?" "Roosevelt's wife... she was a big time lezzie, right?") But seeing as how he is a Top Quality Husband he answered all our questions about the chronology of the war and never called us ignorant goofballs.

Today is Monday- the beginning of my last week of work. I must enjoy my fill of the fresh fruit, South Beach Bars and iced cappuccinos we have in endless supply there, while I can!

In other news, I've just noticed the "MONETIZE" tab in the Blogger dashboard and prefer to think of it as Monet-tize"