November 14th, 2003



She's my real martian beauty
My number nine cutie
She has nine hairs on her head
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
Tied up in ribbons of red

She has nine little eyes
All the same size
Looking up, down, round, and straight ahead
She has nine little holes in her turned up nose
And she snores when she goes to bed

She has nine arms that's one of her charms,
Each just like the other;
Some people say she looks like her dad;
Some say she looks like her mother.

She has 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 little toes on her foot.
She doesn't go shoppin'
'Cause she doesn't like hoppin',
So usually she just stays put.

... 9

sigh. :) I love Sesame Street!
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I think the sign of a successful potluck is when the dessert-to-other-food ratio is 3 to 1. You would have hated it, gale_storm, it was one of those pregnancy/delivery conversation evenings because 2 people were pregnant (a second-timer, and a first-timer with twins on the way) and 1 has a 6-month old, so those of us who have already had children spent quite a bit of time scaring the bejeezus out of poor Laurie with horror stories. :) Hey, it happened to ME, it's only fair to pass the experience along! muahaha!

Since we didn't get home until after 10, I'm keeping my thumbs crossed (Swenglish fingers) that the kids will sleep in tomorrow. Betting pool opens now. We have NO plans whatsoever for the day except to have a myskväll and watch Lilla Melodifestivalen* (at the kids' request), and I'm pretty glad about that as I need a good long day of unwinding.

And that's all the news that's fit to print.

*It's the European song contest for prepubescents
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