Down In The Dumps

So, what did y'all think about the debate? I was seriously hoping for some Alaskan train wreck, and was disappointed. Hats off to the die hard Republican debate coach that made Little Miss Sunshine camera ready. She was gung ho with her answers, whether they asked the question or not. "Let's get back to energy..." Whatever. I promised no more politics.

In other news, we're hosting our first shindig tomorrow at the new digs. My family is all coming to town and we're having a small party for my sister-in-law's birthday. Matt's gonna do the cooking, so let's hope he stays sober enough to make it entirely through the dinner this time. (Last dinner party didn't fare so well).

Lucy's going to have her tonsils and adnoids taken out- hopefully before Christmas. "Look Mommy! Santa brought me a Krups ice cream machine! I can use it morning, noon and night!" She's doing much better, and so am I now that I don't have to look at the mucousy pus coming out of her ear. Who knew being a Mom was such absolutely disgusting work? We haven't washed her hair in a week, and I look like I'm hanging out with a greasy street urchin that likes to eat Cheetos for breakfast and calls ketchup a vegetable.

And finally, after I picked Annie up from school today, I asked her why she looked a little down. Apparently, I said "down in the dumps" because she thought this was the funniest thing she had ever heard, and said George liked to be "down in the dumps" all the time. Yes indeedy, he sure does.