Eh bien, continuons...
I do not watch American Idol. I have no idea who any of the contestants are, or who is good or what have you. Yet this morning, when I got into a packed elevator (we're talking shoulder to shoulder) - everyone around me stood in silence, as is the proper etiquette, as two women went nuts, yapping loudly about the contestants. And their hair. And she was bad. Simon said this. Etc. The rest of us stood there. In silence. You could feel that we were all thinking, god forbid this elevator stalls and we are trapped with these women. The women, self-involved, carried on. 'Sanjaya, terrible. Did you see that bandana?!' All of us were looking up. Staring longingly at the call numbers. All the while quietly dying inside as we watched the elevator cab stop on EVERY - SINGLE - FLOOR for 12 floors straight. We damn near killed each other trying to get out of there.
Now that I've survived the elevator ride from hell, I can tell you a few things.
1. I got an email telling me that I am stupid and my blog is stupid. I would have to agree on both accounts but it still hurts my feelings, yo.
2. The card holder in my new banner? I got at the Loloko shop. SO CUTE. I love this little seating bench and want to buy plenty more. For what, I have no idea. Maybe I can make a diorama using Thomas Trains. Lord knows I have enough of them.
3. I picked up a cup of juice and said, to no one in particular, "Hm. Is this the Baby's juice?" The Kid said, "ACTUALLY mom, it's mine." Well then.