Or, Too Much Cuteness For Just One Lap:
Today I had lunch with the gorgeous Cagey and Arun, The Child With All That Hair.
Arun screamed, Noah puked, Cagey and I maybe possibly managed to eat an entire piece of pizza between the two of us, and then we chugged our wine and got the hell out of Dodge in a terrifying display of Why Single Mothers Deserve Medals, what with the carseats and the diaper bags and the leftover pizza boxes and the blocking of the fire exits.
It was a SMASHING SUCCESS, I'd say, since I did not seem to alarm Cagey with my complete and utter loserness, like when she asked me what Jason and I do "for fun" and I just stared at her and thought about telling her about my many TiVo Season Passes.
But holy crap, y'all. I got to hold TWO BABIES today. Two! Why didn't I ever think of having two?
The small ones, they conspire against us, and we like it.
EDITED TO ADD: You know what?
Never mind. Let's just forget the whole sad, stupid thing. I'm irritated with myself for even wasting keystrokes on it, because again: Sad. Stupid. Whatever.
Instead? I present The Turtle in Winter.
(Accompanied by The Mother in No Makeup.)