Random

Poor J. While his older brothers play outside, soaking up the cancerous rays and eating freezer pops full of refined sugar and dye, he presses his face against the screen, shrieking and gnawing an ice cube through the mesh of his Safe Feeder. He never gets to have any fun.

Today N graduated from preschool/kindergarten. I'm not sure what to call it--he's in a class with kindergarten kids, but he's in preschool. He'll do kindergarten proper next year. Whatever it is, he got his little certificate today, with a wee photo stuck to it of him wearing a graduation gown and a happy happy grin. He was SO excited to sing in the concert they put on for the parents. I must say, he looked ever so handsome in his pinstriped vest and white button-down shirt. He felt handsome too, you could just tell.

After that we took in a rugby game--well, Husband watched, the kids and I just kind of wandered around until the sky opened up, then we scurried around looking for sweaters and shelter. Despite getting soaked, the kids had a blast.

Tomorrow is Father's Day. N has a card and a little cup of coloured bath salts to give him. He made them at school. I have nothing. I thought perhaps I'd give him the gift of hanging out with his kids all day while I disappear to the sewing room to finish a project. I'm thoughtful like that.

My ab muscles (they're in there somewhere) are sore, like I used them or something. That's silly--I don't use muscles. Except those required to lift my food to my face, and then to chew it. Those are my favourite muscles, and I think they're quite well-developed. I exercised (wink, nudge) by eating three Two-Bite Carrot Cakes, before reading the nutritional info to discover I had just consumed 290 calories. Those bastards!

And just like that, I'm done.