Author: Jennifer M. Dodd
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A Funny Thing Happened
On my way home from class today, I stopped by the Manassas School of Dance and enrolled Rebecca in Ballet I. Drove home, unloaded the groceries from Costco (I was so well behaved, I only got milk and eggs and butter and half-and-half), nursed Madeline, and then threw everyone back into the car to get Becca her uniform leotard and tights and ballet shoes, oh my!
I do not think that there is a way to remove the pink stain from my soul. The dancewear shop… so… pink. And frilly. And full of pointe shoes and tutus and little girls’ dreams and satin ribbons, oh my dear God!
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Sheer Nonsense
I am bad, I am very bad. Every time I hear about General Petraeus, I think, “Doctor Zaius!”.
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Make My Batter Better
The children heartily approve of the cake batter for Bette Hagman’s gluten-free Chocolate Pound Cake. The mixing bowl, beater, and spatula have been licked clean with much gusto. The cake is in the oven; I was afraid of the pan being too small, but apparently gluten-free cakes rise less than their counterparts.
I’m a little dubious about the chocolate chips, as I like my chocolate evenly dispersed in the batter rather than in little melty dribs and dabs. Still, it is chocolate, and it is a cake, so Marcus should be quite satisfied on his birthday tomorrow.
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Before Swine
After a brief (very brief) discussion of how pearls are made:
Rebecca: So people who wear pearls are wearing oyster spit?
Me: Yes…
Rebecca: So why did you make Aunt Maryanne a pearl necklace? -
Revisionist History
Long story very much abbreviated…
I ended up killing time at Borders with Madeline while Matthew, Marcus, and Rebecca caught _Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix_ at the local movie theater. On my way out, I impulsively picked up Judy Blume’s _Superfudge_ series from the clearance racks.
Marcus ran off with _Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing_ as soon as we got home, so I sat down with _Superfudge_. Three-fourths of the way through it, I was nastily yanked from my stroll through memory lane when I read this, emphasis mine:
bq. Dear Santa,
Please bring me one or more of the following items. A clock radio, a remote-controlled model airplane, *a laptop computer, an MP3 player and six CD’s*.To which I say, bah and humbug. I am very much unamused.
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Worst Movie Ever
Matthew, on _Alone in the Dark_: “It’s like somebody died in the middle of production, and they lost the script, and they just kept shooting and shooting and then went, ‘Oh, crap, we have to make a movie out of this’.”