Um, dude, I totally owe you some posts, instead of cute pictures of my kid reading to the cat. I KNOW THIS. I’m sorry. It’s been a busy time, and I have some serious shit to vent about – I’m nervous and excited, and ANNOYED AS ALL FUCKALL that our lovely cherub, who is just THREE YEARS OLD, MIND YOU, will be having her “school intereviews” this month. I mean, seriously? Now granted, they’re just playdates, but if I recall, at three? My parents went to the school they liked, said, “Hey, you got room, our kid is cute!” and they said, “Sure! Check’s due on the first of the month.” end of story. But NOOOOOO, not in NYC, where the public schools, with teh exception of about 5, all suck, and if you want your kid to have a decent education, you need to send them to private school. I get this.
Oh wait, this is a de-lurking post.
Vent will come, I PROMISE.
In the interim, pull up a glass of wine, sit back, and say howdy. No really. Leave your web address, and I’ll swing on over with my glass of wine, too. Right after I finish Malka’s quilt, for her big! girl! bed! And the dishes, and the homemade chicken soup, because as luck would have it, we’re ALL getting sick.
And for anyone whos keeping score, we haven’t heard from our agency in a while. But that’s OK, we’re still jammin’ on the groove.