Today

Today we are going to get flu shots. It could be painful -- maybe even for the boys.

Today I'm thinking about Christmas decorations, about getting the tree this weekend and making sure I have all the empty boxes back in attic before the weekend is over.

Today I'm preoccupied with a party I'm hosting. I know the guests will never see the inside of my closet; why do I sweat the small stuff?

But today I'm also sweating the less-small stuff -- because while the guests won't see the inside of my closet, they'll probably notice those shoe prints on the wall (!!!). Those I should sweat.

Today I'm intrigued by this google which led someone to my site. Person, you might have issues.

Today I feel (slightly) guilty that last night, when the boy was going on and on about how tough life is because dinner is never what he wants and his lunches stink too -- that I opened the phone book to a random name. And I asked that boy if he'd rather go live with, hmmmm, let's see...Ferguson. Ray Ferguson. Do you think Mr. Ray Ferguson might cook something you'd rather eat? And suddenly that boy was pretty happy with the menu around here (so then I assured him of course I'd never give him away. Even if he doesn't gush about my cooking. I'll keep him.).

Today, every time I think about a post, all I want to say is "Henry is amazing! I can't get enough of this kid!" But then I start to think that's goofy. So I hide those sentiments among all this other minutiae.

(Henry is amazing. I can't get enough of this kid.)