Friday freakout

The Easter Bunny sucks

I haven't done jack about getting anything for an Easter basket for Monkey Man. Nothing. And is it bad to admit that I don't even feel like going to Target to get anything? Usually I go all out for Easter, but this year it just seems kind of anti-climactic just like Christmas did. Anyone know how to snap out of this funk about holidays in general?

My sister did send Monkey Man a cute card that he totally didn't get. On the front: "A tip for you for this year's Easter egg hunt." On the inside: "Watch out for the brown jelly beans."

Ewwwww. But Joey and I howled with laughter.

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At least we were prepared

The accountant called today. Apparently, we owe the IRS the equivalent of the gross national product of a small European country. But unlike last year, we had prepared ourselves by socking some money away so that it doesn't hurt quite so badly. And we will avoid going to prison, which is always a plus.

But now, there's the guilt. Like not wanting to buy anything frivolous until we build the reserves back up again. Good thing I got the peel done before the accountant called. *gulp*

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So that means...

I have had a bee in my bonnet for about a month to get Monkey Man some new bedding. My mom, who is an awesome award-winning quilter, had made an adorable hippo blanket for his bed that matched the crib bedding and window treatments that we made. He's still using it, but it's kind of gotten babyish for someone who is five years old.

The catch to all of this is that I want it to match The Chair. And that might prove somewhat difficult with what's out on the market. And I hate to ask my mom to make him yet another quilt, especially since she's been so busy taking care of my dad.

So he wants a "sports room". And I'm pricing quilts and little cool accessories. And my jonesing will have to wait now. Thanks, IRS.

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Peel update

Well, my chin looks like shit. It's flaking like crazy - April's had peeled in big chunks, while mine is in little bits over my entire skin. And I can't exfoliate for like two more days, so hopefully by Monday I will be better. On the plus side, I can work out again tomorrow. If you call that a plus side.

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Klingon

Or maybe it's Cling-On. Does anyone have a kid that constantly attaches him or herself to a specific parent?

Monkey Man is constantly all over Joey, to the point where he's almost sitting right on top of him all of the time. The most annoying part is when we're out at a restaurant and he is literally tucked up into Joey's armpit, making it almost impossible for Joey to even cut up his food. When you ask him to move, it's like you just killed his little spirit and he just crumbles.

Yeah, we know that in five years he won't want to be within a 100-mile radius of us unless forced at gunpoint, but I think Joey would appreciate being able to eat or watch TV without having his Shadow on top and underneath him every waking moment.

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Anyone who's headed out of town this weekend - I hope you travel safely. We are hunkered down at the homestead trying to recoup after a very hectic and draining two weeks.