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So, it’s been a heckuva holiday around here. I’ve been sick and have only left the house to check the mail. Saturday morning I actually took a shower, but then spent the day on the sofa cursing the liars who make cough medicine. They lie – oh, how they lie.

So, since all I have is whining on my plate, tell me something wonderful you ate! (Hey, I’m a poet and don’t know it.) It can be something from the Big Meal or something else. Mine would be the Runza meal that Lloyd brought me for lunch. I couldn’t have stomached turkey one more time.

(Note: Before you read this, you’ll need to know that I keep a piece of card stock in my back pocket all day to write down things I need to do and stuff I want to remember.)

One of the preschoolers was looking at a book with animals, and had a question.

Bailey: “Mrs. Sommerer, is this a crocodocle?”

Me: “……..Bailey, go get me a pen.”

The cuteness. I die from it. I also never correct a child who says ‘lallow’ instead of ‘yellow’.

I used to say ‘kinitial’ as a kid instead of initial.

You? Any cute goofs?

Um, I’m gonna need me a baby owl. Especially one that hunts imaginary prey.

And now, for something to comment about: Three childhood Halloween costumes, in no particular order. I’ll go first:

* Darth Vader (borrowed helmet from brother)
* Jawa (I was supposed to have glowing eyes, but technology hadn’t caught up yet)
* A clown? (Huh, it’s hard for me to come up with three. Drat my terrible memory.)

Surprise! We’re getting new windows!

Wait – you already knew. Well, the surprise is actually on me because I thought they were going to be installed in early November, and on Friday Lloyd said, “Um, did you know they are going to start installing on Monday?”

No. No, I did not.

So, off and on this weekend there have been frenzied cleaning spells and window work. They need to be able to get to the windows (hence the cleaning) and they need all the window treatments removed. I had started to take some photos in case I decided to make a window movie at some point.

I was moving those stupid plants from the living room and putting them in the bathtub. (Really – where else are they going to go? This is a little house and nearly every wall has a window along it.) I picked up the most heavy one and started to back up, but it was caught on the curtain. I tried my ninja moves (backing up more and slightly wiggling the pot), but it was still caught, and this thing was heavy. I called to Lloyd, who was on the computer. (I guess that’s not necessary to add, is it?)

Lauren: I need some help.

Lloyd: type type

Lauren: I need some help, please.

Lloyd: type type

Lauren (now nearly dropping the plant): I need some help quickly!

Lloyd: Oh!

He jumped up and came in to save me. He analyzed the problem and said, “Um, the leaves are growing through the curtain. How long has this plant been here?”

Suddenly I found enough strength to hold on a little longer and said, “Get a photo!” (I could hold a car up if it would mean I’d have a post for the day.)

The leaves were strangely sticky, so it took a while to get everything fixed. (Brad, why would that be?) Needless to say, those curtains are in the washer now.

So children, the moral of this story is that plants are evil and will eat your curtains.

Oh, and robots are cool.

The end.

The scene: Monday, October 4th, 5:45 a.m. Lauren Sommerer hunches over her keyboard, wet hair dripping into her cereal bowl as she sleepily eats and visits Brad’s site. After commenting (First!), she clicks on woot.com and reads ‘Panasonic Lumix’…. and adrenaline kicks into overdrive.

click. BUY.

Then she reads that this is not the Panasonic Lumix that Brent owns that she covets. Stupid, stupid Lauren. See, woot only sells one thing a day and they have a limited number of said one things and they start selling at midnight. So I thought “Iron is hot. Strike!”

I don’t know if I regret it. It was cheap, and it’s the earlier version of Brent’s, and it is shiny red. So far I’ve only taken messy pictures of my countertops in my dark house, and I’ve decided that without flash it’s better than the broken one, with the flash it is worse.

Here are shots of each with no flash:

I might actually read the manual and learn more about it. It has a touch screen and several features, but so far it has two strikes against it: It takes two steps to turn on the macro, and also two steps to turn off the flash. (So is that two strikes or the same strike twice?)

I’ve been talking too much about cameras lately, and I know that it’s getting boring. Instead, tell me something that bothers you about Lloyd – or anyone else, if Lloyd hasn’t bothered you lately. For instance, in the time it took me to write this post, Lloyd has written five brilliant back-up posts. Grrrrr…..