I couldn’t do the Down the Rabbit Hole post today. ‘Cause I got nothing. Seriously. There’s just too much. Too bad, ’cause it’s a neat idea.
It’s good though. I’m good. We’re good. Tate’s got the barfs that Ripley had last week, so think a little thing for a two year old who doesn’t quite get what’s happening with the hiccups get outta control like that. Let’s hope it’s over in 24hrs or less, like it was for Ripley.
I’m going to Florida next week. Weird.
We (mostly Arwen) were proven right on the housing situation. Finally. After all that. One meeting in one day, and suddenly it’s “Oh, whoops sorry ’bout that.” (Except I don’t *know* that ’cause I’m afraid to read it).
Mitt Romney is making a fool of himself on TV.
Also, I have a headache.
Oh, and I want this guy to release an album because he made this snippit of music for an Smirnoff ad, and I dig it. Go to Our Work, Advertising, and Music (the one with the little red glasses, in the middle).
‘Nite.
