Just so you know, if the vomit has big enough chunks of chicken nuggets, you should consider removing those chunks from the clothing/towels BEFORE you launder them. Otherwise you may end up picking freshly washed and rinsed chunks of chicken nugget vomit out of your washer, then feeling the need to bleach both the machine and your hands.

Also, it is a good idea to remember that you actually laundered those clothes/towels on Monday, and not leave them in the washing machine until Thursday. Otherwise you may end up picking not-freshly washed and rinsed chunks of chicken nugget vomit out of your washer, then feeling the need to bleach both the machine and your hands, and then having to re-launder those clothes anyway.

And, seriously son? Jeopardy, while the best game show ever invented (including Match Game, where they were always drunk or high), is just not on every minute of every day, and when you pick up the remote control and hand it to me, sometimes I can’t find it for you. We already DVR Signing Time and The Wonder Pets for you, and every “when nature revolts” show for Daddy. Can I please keep my 2 movies that I still haven’t had time to watch on the DVR, and not have them deleted for lack of space? Kthxbye.

Honestly, if we could figure out a way to use human gas as an energy source, the Flashlight household would never have to pay for electricity or auto fuel again. The J-man excels at passing gas – both loudly, and the silent-but-deadly (SBD) kind. His favorite time to use the SBD weapon is when I’m rocking him and he’s nursing before bed. He turns on his belly and turns his head to nurse, hunches up his little behind… and then it hits me. There have been times that I gagged. For a child who eats next to nothing some days, he can sure be a little stinker! Then, he laughs!

Today’s word was a variation on a previous word of the day: GaGoMaMo – which for those of you who don’t speak J-man-ese, equals, More Go Mama. I heard it a LOT when J-man was out on the swing for an hour this afternoon.

The cough and congestion seemed much worse this morning, but then seemed better this afternoon. He’s still eating very little, and not wanting to eat nuggets at all, so I’m wondering if his throat is hurting. Again, now would be one of those times when you desperately want your child to speak!

As a personal aside, I went into work last week to help out my old team. Annoying Coworker was there, and for some reason feels the need to ask me if I really disliked him when we worked together. He asked me this when we were still working together as well. The answer hadn’t changed… He truly seemed shocked when I told him that I thought he was annoying, and that he seemed to spend a lot of time trying to get under my skin. There was a time when I would have tried to “help him” understand what he had done, but you know, he’s 35 years old. If he hasn’t gotten by now that most women hate sexual innuendo and being told they don’t actually understand what feminism is all about while trying to work on a team of 95% men, he’s not going to get it. So, no, I didn’t like you then, and I don’t like you now. This isn’t going to change!