Not. Functioning. Brain. Not. Functioning.
I lost that cord-y thing that connects the computer to my camera. And so I can't download pictures off my camera. This is not computing in my brain, what the fuck do you mean I can't download the pictures off my camera? Must download! Must download! Must download now!
Of course, this is all exacerbated by the fact that Aaron's still out of town.
You see, we have an agreement in our relationship: I lose shit, he finds it. It works out really well. I get to be my natural scatter-brained self (I get it from my dad; trust me, he's way worse) and Aaron gets to have his ego boosted by finding my lost shit because I give him lots of praise. It's a win-win situation.
Of course, I had a post all planned out in my head to talk about this new... thing on my neck. I don't know what bit me or what happened but it is gross and it is huge. Of course I wanted to share. So I took some pictures and now I can't download them. Argh!
Today is much better... actually, yesterday got better after Darwin and I got our chiropractic adjustments. And it's amazing what a shot of ouzo can do to improve someone's mood (and don't think for a second that I didn't consider giving the kids some too).
Before doing that, though, I took the boys to buy new shoes.
"Griffin, do you like these or these?"
"Mommy, I don't care what they look like AS LONG AS THEY LIGHT UP."
"Darwin, do you like these or these?"
"How about these?"
"No! Like these! Like these!" ::carrying pink Mary Janes::
See? I totally deserved that ouzo.
(There's a few weekend photos over on flickr.)