*phew*

Had Copper Top and Nesterino this morning; fortunately both were greatly improved over the past few days ... I refuse to make the lunch-table a battlefield. If they don't want to eat, they can get down. They won't starve. Sheesh!

Anyway ... both boys had a boatload of noodles, cheese, vegetables, fruit, Greek yogurt, oatmeal, blah blah blah, got cleaned up, played nicely together so I could get my kitchen cleaned up, and after warnerharmer picked up Nesterino, I put CT down and mopped all the floors, including the patio, which was still covered in the detritus of Tree Sex. Picked up toys ... washed dishes ... rinsed mops, put bucket away (sorry, lolrus) and am now chatting with susubug, who is clamoring for Food Porn. SO!

Last night at dinner:

Romaine salad with grated carrot and fresh tomato, fricasee of chicken breast with cream gravy and steamed parsley dumplings, sweet onion and button mushrooms fried in butter with fresh oregano and red salt. For dessert: Candy and Âya! We practiced "Rhythm of the Laila" with Kiraz and Barn Hobbit until about ten ... then the Munchkin and I drilled Mercutio's "Queen Mab" soliloquy from Romeo and Juliet, which she is presenting in front of her Lit class today. We were up until twelve thirty ... then awake at six to drill some more. I hope she got it!

Not sure what to do for dinner tonight. Maybe I should check the basement freezer ... I tend to forget what I've put down there.

When CT leaves, I'm replacing the screens on the Munchkin's and my bedroom windows. I refuse to pay $300/month to air condition the house, but we can't cool our rooms off without inviting Captain Caterpillar and his Bug Brigade. I killed a bee in my room last night. A BEE. So the screens go back on! Sorry, BP; it's not like the windows are gorgeous anyway ... adding or subtracting screenage hasn't helped or hindered the sale of the house so far.

Only one week to work up the choreography for Hellogoodbye's "Touchdown Turnaround." Yeek!

I decided to do the Munchkin a favor yesterday, and do her laundry for her. Holy crap. Four loads. She has more clothes than I do, and that's really saying something!

OK ... off to figure out what to make for dinner.