I still hate titling these.

Hello, hello!

We spent last weekend in Maryland hanging out with my sister and her family. Her new baby is so lovely and snuggly and perfect, and my twenty-month-old goddaughter is spunky and so freaking smart and very awesome indeed. It was a very nice visit, if way too short, except that a cousin we saw while we were there managed to spread his cold to me and M and the new two-week-old baby. Being pregnant suppresses the immune system, so a cold I used to be able to shake in three days now hangs on for two weeks, and M is also cutting some molars, so she and I are not at our very best right now.

Nothing new to report with M's case, other than that her dad has attended two out of six visits since court. Oh, and the worker told us she was chatting with the law guardian, who reported that she loves working with us and wishes she could clone us (which was nice to hear). Our worker gets my sense of humor, so I told her it was nice of her to say that, but we've actually been working on a plan to flee to Canada with M really soon, and in the meantime we're just really good at getting the white people in charge to trust us. The worker yelled, "I knew it!"

We're starting to look at houses again. I don't know if I've mentioned this, but we live in a Cape Cod, and our upstairs is two huge bedrooms and one very small bathroom, and the downstairs has a whole bunch of cramped rooms, including two very small bedrooms and a narrow living room. When we moved in it was just fine, but it's hard to entertain since everyone wants to hang out in our (small, eat-in) kitchen, and if we continue to foster it will be weird because opposite-sex kids can't share a room after age three in our county. So we're starting to look at houses that would suit our needs a little better. We've narrowed our search to two towns not far from us. I have to admit that I have no visual/spatial intelligence, so it's hard for me to look at bad paint or really outdated decor and see past it to the bones. Luckily Andy's good at that, so I'm confident we'll find something that works!

I'm pretending that the idea of doing the minor things we need to do to our house to make it more marketable (almost entirely cosmetic) and then packing and moving while pregnant or with a new baby isn't freaking my shit out. Was it convincing?

Procrastinating is so much easier than doing stuff.

My train to New York leaves in less than 12 hours. I'll be gone till Monday afternoon. I'm working regular hours Tuesday and Wednesday, and then houseguests are arriving Wednesday night and staying for ten days. Here are some things I should be doing to get ready for my trip or my guests:

• Folding the laundry I washed yesterday so I could have clean undies all weekend.
• Cleaning either bathroom, or better yet both bathrooms.
• Rearranging furniture in the guest room to make room for their stuff.
• Packing (I have precisely four things packed: a book, two magazines, and my knitting).
• Putting away some of the clutter than has accumulated in the living room in the last two weeks.
• Working on the scarf I started with the sole intent of wearing in on this trip that is currently six inches long.
• Looking up what taking a train is like these days (I haven't been on one since I took one in France in 2005).
• Figuring out how to schedule posts on this thing, so as not to disappoint my THREE regular readers (Hi, Chicago, Springfield, and Huntington Beach!) (Is that creepy? I use StatCounter (which allows you to map your readers) because I don't trust Blogger's stat feature, and I'm a narcissist at heart so I want to see how many people read this shit.)

Instead, I am:

• Drinking a beer (Sam Adams Winter Lager for the win!).
• Blogging, but not bothering to look up that other part about scheduling.
• Watching Seinfield, which I hate anyway.
• Texting my sister.
• ...That's it.

Ooops. 

P.S. I looked up the scheduling thing. I now have another reason to procrastinate for a few hours! Yay!