So yesterday I tripped on one of the too many toys my kids scattered all over the house and landed, hard on both knees and one hand (managing to hold on to a full plate of spaghetti without spilling it, I might add.  Yea for me).  Then, this morning, my daughter headbutted me when I was getting her out of bed.  So I have purple knees, a swollen lip, and I ache like I’ve been kicked like a mule.  I don’t handle these things as well as I did a few years ago.  I’m not sure if I’m just getting old, or if it’s the cumulative sleep debt from 3 years of infants/toddlers waking up every night that’s robbing me of my recuperative powers.  Either way, I’m going to go to bed and nap while the girls are napping (hopefully)  so no long post today.  Instead, here’s a bunch of random stuff:

Said in my house this week:

• “I want to find out who does the advertising for Old Navy.  I want to go to their house, and shoot them in the calf with a BB gun for making me watch this commercial.  I think the calf would be the second most painful place to be shot.”
• “He kicked him in the dugongs!”
• “Son of a biscuit-eating horse!”
• “Hey Punkin.”  ”I not Punkin, I am Ezzy!”

You so have to try this out!   It’s short, but loads of fun being creative.

Also, I’ve been pondering the questionable nature of “adulthood”:

• My favorite comic ever.  Let your mouse hover over the comic to read the alt text.
• Also relevant, my favorite commercial ever: “The fact that I’m responsible for the upbringing of another human being is utterly ridiculous.”