August 16th, 2009


My baby beat me up

Stu and the girls are down the street at a birthday party.

D and I were there for a while, and then he kinda... wasn't behaving well. So I had to take him home. Then he did the whole libbie-protester-passive-resistance thing where he went heavy and limp. So I had to carry/drag him most of the way home [only a block away, and downhill, but the boy is a load].

I'm too tired to even open a bottle of wine. Life is tough.

Oh, and I had to throw the boy in a shower to wash all the grass off him. He had been standing in a sprinkler. After he had gotten bubble soap all over his face and hair. Well, he's clean now.