1. I’ve had that “Kookaburra” song in my head for the last three hours.
2. I used a little too much bleach this afternoon while scrubbing things with a toothbrush.
3. We are in the midst of another impromptu redecorating itch, only this time it’s the bathroom, and it’s involving copious amounts of scraping and sanding and joint compound and paint with mildewcide in it.
4. After a long day of eating marshmallows, I like to drink a tall glass of melonade. No, I mean have a tall bowl of ice cream with much reddi-wip on top.
5. My to-do list now extends to two pages and I can’t look at it any more.
6. This afternoon Iain clambered onto the roof to hang our outdoor Christmas lights, the first we’ve ever had, and it’s so pretty I want to cry. And he didn’t fall off the roof, no matter how many times Owen said “fall down.”
7. I’m still posting every day. We’re entering compulsion territory.
8. When I was 9 my favorite book was Baby-Sitters Club #7, “Claudia and Mean Janine.”

Hope your weekends are lovely.

Sounds like Beck lyrics, huh.

1. Had a routine cleaning today with my favorite hygienist, which is the boring part. The scary and interesting part is that one of my fake front teeth* is loose. A loose dental implant — hell, a loose tooth of any sort on a 27-year-old woman — is cause for concern. It’s also cause for poky-sharp objects and scheduled emergency visits. (Is scheduled emergency an oxymoron? oh well) Not to mention general dental-office drama. Dr. V had to get on the horn tracking down my old dentist and oral surgeon back in Ohio, and he talked to his oral surgeon friend, and this weekend he has to do research about my teeth. It looks like I’m going to have some heretofore unexpected goings-on in my mouth next Friday. UGH. I’m just hoping he’ll numb me up as much as it is legal to do to a pregnant lady, considering the fact that he intends to CUT MY TOOTH OFF.
2. I got home from work today to a beautiful orange-purple sky and no electricity. Iain made tacos in the dark (!) and we had a romantic family dinner by candlelight. Then the lights came back on (after an hour and one previous hope-raising flicker*). Right now we’re watching a documentary about Japanese Snow Macaques and eating luxuriously easy-to-prepare microwave popcorn. Mmmm. Popcorn.

So! No longer Nablopomo but lookee, I kept on writing!

* Remember that one time when I was 18 and fell down while rollerblading and smashed my face in and had to have several reconstructive surgeries to fix my face? That was cool.

* I totally spelled this “flickr.”