At some point when you are sick you just HAVE to get out of the house. Today was that day. Well, tonight really. We went to get a meat tenderizer (I wanted a heavy one) and then to get a pizza. A notoriously BAD pizza, but I didn't have the energy to argue. Benjamin was a mostly good sport although he was in full 3 year old glory today. The pizza arrives and the waiter serves the first slice to Benjamin. He turns to serve me and I say, "I'll grab mine in a moment," and he puts the spatula down. A hot second later I reach over, grab the spatula, lift the pizza and ... drop it squarely, sauce-side down, on to my white t-shirt. Really?! What am I, FIVE?!

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I'm 80 percent done with my holiday shopping and I've only had to physically enter one store. Everything else has been done online. I've only paid for shipping for two items.

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I'm considering watching Food, Inc. and / or reading a similarly slanted book. I know once I read it (or watch it, as the case may be), I won't be able to eat the same way again. But I'm putting it off a few days more because of my intense love of Dr Pepper.

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I met a figure skating olympian's mother today who was adorable. I'm fairly certain Benjamin may have figured out ice skating today. I'm also fairly certain there is a lot of ice rink time in my future. For both kids. I'm kinda excited about this.

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Without proper supervision, etsy could bankrupt me.

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The Swimmy is off on a camp retreat weekend. I didn't miss her last night. I miss her now. Good thing she's coming home tomorrow.