well now, that's the opposite of good.

monday was going to be turkeytastic.

but then monday night happened, involving the following events:
1.) the lil' dude i watch on monday nights had a bad day. which resulted in him trying to kick my butt for 20 minutes after i said "no spongebob, parent-appointed bedtime!"

in all fairness to owen, he had a very valid point. he hadn't seen the rest of the episode. however, not so valid that it made him hitting me repeatedly with a pillow acceptable.

it was totally one of those times when you realize that a.) no matter how bad, you would never spank your own kid, much less someone else's and b.) what else works besides "ow. owen, you just hit my sunburn. please quit it."?

lucky for me, owen wants to be a police officer when he grows up...so i called former chief dad. they had a nice little convo about how police officers don't hit.

who knew copdad would come in so handy other than extracting one from legal situations?


should i be concerned that the 5 and 3 year old and i all like patrick because of the butt jokes?...'cause i'm starting to be.
so after that, i went home. hung out with the fam. listened to the jane accidentally call kate a gnome. then felt kate slap me in the eyeball.

she and i fully admit it was a case of mistaken identity, so we were cool. it just meant that my throbbing eyeball didn't feel like trying to make a pretty/witty blog entry about blown up turkeys.

ps: in no way, shape or form do i endorse the jane getting the eyeball slap. if anything, i think the eyeball slap should be avoided by any and all. that includes givers and receivers.


david=gnome. kate(does not equal)gnome.

eh, i've been up since 6. and while my disco nap at 8:30 has gotten me this far, i think it's time to pop myself in the tub and try to finish the crappy book. (which is a conversation for another day.)