Light in the WInnie the Pooh Loafers?
Hmm.
Ainsley had a lovely meal planned for Saturday night, a selection of cheeses, veggies, dip, bread, and crackers, with a Chardonnay chaser. Perfect for sitting around a small table and nibbling while watching a movie.
But we're a little tired of all the cartoons and just needed a break from the 3-and-under entertainment.
She suggested the Eddie Murphy version of Dr. Doolittle, though we haven't seen it since becoming Responsible Adults, and therefore couldn't remember if there were scenes too intense for Ryan's porcelain eyeballs. I suggested we watch "The Producers" instead, since Ryan seems to enjoy singing and dancing, especially if guys are wearing colored shirts and speak AssTrayleun.
Ryan did seem to get into the big production numbers, twirling and kicking and grinning at the silly men on the screen.
But lest you get an alternative consideration out there, when a tall blonde Uma Thurman came on the screen and then walked out, Ryan got all worried and said, "Where'd Lady go?"
Tonight I left work at 4:26, the earliest in months. Wanted to spend an evening with my family, as opposed to just a dinner and nightly bedtime World War Two Kids. It's almost comical when we've divided to conquer, playing man-to-man, and one kid is crying upstairs and the other is crying downstairs. No, no, not comical, what's that other word? Sad? Let's go with that. We've gone to bed between 11 and 12 every night this week, needing super-late night to take care of our own stuff and sanity after the lilluns finally crash.
Stuff & Sanity. Opening soon next door to a Linens & Things near you.
Ainsley had a lovely meal planned for Saturday night, a selection of cheeses, veggies, dip, bread, and crackers, with a Chardonnay chaser. Perfect for sitting around a small table and nibbling while watching a movie.
But we're a little tired of all the cartoons and just needed a break from the 3-and-under entertainment.
She suggested the Eddie Murphy version of Dr. Doolittle, though we haven't seen it since becoming Responsible Adults, and therefore couldn't remember if there were scenes too intense for Ryan's porcelain eyeballs. I suggested we watch "The Producers" instead, since Ryan seems to enjoy singing and dancing, especially if guys are wearing colored shirts and speak AssTrayleun.
Ryan did seem to get into the big production numbers, twirling and kicking and grinning at the silly men on the screen.
But lest you get an alternative consideration out there, when a tall blonde Uma Thurman came on the screen and then walked out, Ryan got all worried and said, "Where'd Lady go?"
Tonight I left work at 4:26, the earliest in months. Wanted to spend an evening with my family, as opposed to just a dinner and nightly bedtime World War Two Kids. It's almost comical when we've divided to conquer, playing man-to-man, and one kid is crying upstairs and the other is crying downstairs. No, no, not comical, what's that other word? Sad? Let's go with that. We've gone to bed between 11 and 12 every night this week, needing super-late night to take care of our own stuff and sanity after the lilluns finally crash.
Stuff & Sanity. Opening soon next door to a Linens & Things near you.
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