Cayenne Pepper

( dancing in the streets )

( the candy approach to band-aids )

ETA: After chatting with Em (*waves to Em* hope you're still doing OK!), I'd like to add that, of course, it helps that band-aids come in many colours and even shapes. Froglet likes princesses. Tadpole loves Dora the Explorer. And both unite in their love for Harry Potter band-aids. Because, hey, glow-in-the-dark broomsticks! :D

Am going on vacation, aka "'lo! Mosquitos! Dinner's served!"

Er. Yeah. Leaving Sunday, back the following Saturday. Hear me as I yoddle with joy, yoohoodelayhooo, only not.

I'm going camping, in a deer reservation, close to lake Ontario. With two small kids, one big tent, one over-enthusiastic Husband, and an impending headache just from the idea.

I am SO not ready. I have to go shopping big time. I have to do the laundry. I have to pack, and pack, and pack. I have to make sure the plants are watered and the cat fed and the mail picked, and all that would be so much easier if Froglet hadn't accidentally watered the neighbour instead of the plants this afternoon. Yes, that neighbour. Who is supposed to take care of the plants/cat/mail, not necessarily in that order. Am mortified.

I don't think I'll be able to send any postcards from there, sorry guys, but if anyone wants dry deer droppings as a souvenir, I think that can be easily arranged - scraping off whatever ends up on our shoes should do the trick.

If I can, I'll drop by some time tomorrow, otherwise... Mosquitos, here I come!