Damn TLC

You know, there are so few kid safe tv stations, we watch a lot of the Discovery Channel and TLC.
Let me go back and explain something first. On the Fairly Oddparents, it's the husband who has the baby. Upon seeing this, Isaiah informed me that when he is a grown up, HE was going to grow a baby in his belly. And so I spent a long time explaining to him that it was just a cartoon, and not for real.
Yesterday TLC showed a commercial for their show which will follow the "pregnant man" while and his/her trials and tribulations. Good job, TLC! He's freakin FIVE years old - and I am not about to start explaining what transgendered means! So that confused the hell outta the little man. We told him that's really a woman with a beard. He asked, "A fake beard?" so I said, yeah, sure. A fake beard. The point is that she is a woman because boys can't grow babies.
Now what's left for us to watch that doesn't have pregnant trannies, Viagra commercials every 5 minutes, or swearing?! That leaves us with, umm, PBS.

Pounding Pixie Stix

Randomness from the past week:

D slept on the couch one night. When I woke up in the morning, every light on the first floor was on, the tv was blaring, he was asleep with his head hanging off the couch, still wearing his glasses. Mouth open, snoring. On the arm of the couch were a bunch of empty pixie stix. It was like a sugar binge. He said he'd woken up in the middle of the night and was nervous bc the house was so dark and quiet. So you pounded 12 straws of colored sugar??

Belly is now terrified of his brother moving out. He keeps asking him, with tears in his eyes, "D, when you go to high school, are you gonna move out of our house??"

Ilio is acting like a jerk when I take him out on the leash. Damn near broke my wrist today. Hmmm, maybe a shiny new choke chain is in order here.

In preparation for my job interview on Monday, I have gotten a hair cut and a manicure. Well, I got fake ass nails instead of a manicure. Tiling in the bathroom has torn my hands up. Oh, and a new coat. I am now ready to take over the world.

Paper Cut From Hell

Got a paper cut right in between my index and middle fingers. Ouch!

Besides that, I just checked D man's grades and found them to be, shall we say, lacking? I don't know if it's lack of organization or just plain ol' don't give a shit. I told him in no uncertain terms that this will be corrected or else. Seriously, I thought we were past my having to check his grades every single day. Apparently not.
He'll be on punishment for the forseeable future.

I've been shopping for couches on Craigslist. There's something distinctly creepy about going into a stranger's home to asses their furnishings, isn't there? It's just that I'm a cheap frugal girl, and I don't want to - no, can't - pay $1K for a stinkin' couch.

And dammit, this paper cut is killing me.