DeadpanAnn (old blogger version)

Charlie gets cuter every day. I'm pretty sure he smiled at me today, and it wasn't gas.



My house will never be really clean again. I just don't have time or energy for it.

Hemorrhoids can strike when you least expect them. I won't elaborate on this one.

It does get better. Last night he slept for six consecutive hours-- and so did I!

Egg Nog has so much fat in it that drinking just a little bit will make you sleepy. Or maybe I was just sleepy.

My son is a world class farter. World class.

If you disconnect from the outside world and stay disconnected for a while, dates and times cease to hold meaning for you.

A husband will bitch and moan about the no-sex-for-six-weeks rule, but he will not go pick up a birth control prescription in time for it to kick in before the end of the sex embargo.

I'm probably gonna be knocked up again within a year. Not an idea that appeals to me at all. If that happens, I'll probably start putting something special in the egg nog.