The Goat has been sent to time out. He started talking shit first thing this morning and I'm just not doing it today, so he is on top of the refrigerator and not too happy about it. The Goat may just disappear Hoffa style and that will be that.
I need to: feed the kids lunch, make mac & cheese for a dinner we're going to tonight (those twins I watched will be there--3 3 year olds + one house= fun, fun, fun), clean, take photos of the little kid in his 9 month shirt before he's not 9 months anymore, and do laundry.
I would rather: sit on the couch, check my email, read and comment on some blogs, update my blogroll, finish that pan of brownies.
I have: put three photos in frames, that I'm giving serious consideration to actually hanging. I realized that the little kid is almost 10 months old and there is not ONE framed photo of him in the house. Sorry second child. I also finished The Doctor's Wife, it was great. I have also eaten more brownies...a lot more, in fact.
Okay, the little kid is demanding lunch. Back to the coal mines.