First of all, what's up with all the Christmas shit? Seriously, the day after Halloween two local radio stations when all Christmas on my ass. And, of course, it's the light rock stations so now I can't mellow out in the morning to the tunes of Billy Joel and Elton John.
Santa has already come to the malls (and I hate malls enough as it is, to add an early arrival by Santa sent me onto a flurry of rage) and Salvation Army bell ringers are already harassing me for cash. Seriously. Shit like this is what ruins the holiday season for me.
Okay, I'm going to try to answer some questions that people have been asking. If I missed any, ask again in the comments today and I'll answer them in comments.
Keri wanted to ask what plant was in the middle. She called it inappropriate. For the life of me, I can't figure out which one is inappropriate. Which one? The brown thing? In the orange cup? That's some funky seed pod from a tree from Griffin's preschool from last fall. The one next to it? In the Holiday Inn Express cup? That's a Venus Fly Trap. Does that answer your question?
Rebecca F. wants to know how Aaron's ass is. I find it completely hilarious how vested the internets is in the well-being of my husband's asshole. And I'm so very grateful that Aaron doesn't actually read my site. As he says, "I live it, I don't need to read it."
Anyway, Aaron's ass seems to be doing better. With the help of you all, I diagnosed him with a yeast infection. Which, actually, is where men get their yeast infections. I'm so glad I have a vagina.
He's been eating lots of yogurt and it's been helping a lot. It's not nearly as itchy or ahem mucus-y. It's not back to being what he considers to be normal, but it's a lot better. And definitely not pinworms, which is really great because we'd all have to go on medicine for that and I'm quite certain I'd be allergic to it.
Amy asked what the pea-looking plant was called. The tag says "senecio rowleyanus." The internets says it's also called "sting of pearls" or "string of beads." Griffin picked it out at our favorite nursery and I think it was two or three dollars.
Yesterday I had the opportunity to talk to the principal of Griffin's school. His teacher still hasn't replied to Friday night's email. I talked to the parent of the kid Griffin claims he was just drawing on and that's exactly what he said what happened. The principal is hoping we can work out our differences with the teacher on our own without intervention; I told him that it's quite difficult to do that if she doesn't communicate with us. Now I know why some people call some women the c word. Which I don't do. But now I understand.
I got some toys yesterday. Wanna see?
Don't they look fun?
My dad has been bitching at me to hem his jeans. I've had one pair since April and one since August. Geesh. Think I should hem them?