weapons of massdistraction

All week I’ve been drafting an angst-y post about parenting, peppered with complaints about Freddy’s path of destruction and the woes of homeownership. But it has bored me too much to complete it, so I’d rather not inflict such a post on others.

This morning the little man declared we should get a Mold-a-Rama machine, and put it in my bedroom. I think we might just plan a visit to the Brookfield Zoo in Chicago instead. We could go visit Emily and Steve that way, and Brookfield has eleven wax animals to choose from. Naturally he wants all of them.

My sad little cell phone has had a cracked display for months. That I could deal with. But the keys are getting harder to use, and the lock doesn’t stay locked. I’ve been butt-dialing random contacts for a while and the other day I started purse-texting people. So I’ve looked into replacement options. I’ve chosen a model but now which color, Nature Green or Spring Yellow? Please vote. And yes, I considered an iPhone but meh. The monthly service plans are too spendy. And I seem to have a thing for the Sony Ericsson phones.

Bonus: Friday night’s Threadbare reunion/benefit show was as surreal as I thought it would be…seeing familiar faces from the olden days. Some of whom I hadn’t seen in five or ten years. The turnout seemed decent so I hope they raised a fair amount for the scholarship fund.
Plus: Joss Whedon broke my heart again. In the best possible way. Whedonesque has quite a bit of Dr. Horrible coverage.
And: These Mac and Cheese Cupcakes reminded me of an old friend, who once whipped up a batch of homemade Twinkies filled with…Cheez Whiz. Ewww.