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Life continues to be glamorous. I get my kid all tidied and dressed. He looks at me. He smiles. He proceeds to spit up all over himself. He seems pleased.
Just a bit ago he spit up all over me. He obviously wanted to share the experience.
As I relate these moments I like to imagine I am dressed like Rita Hayworth in Gilda.
A girl needs a good fantasy now and then.

As for my other fantasies, for some reason I found myself looking online at Aga stoves at five in the morning. (I also looked at La Cornue cookers as well) These are the rolls royce of ranges. I love how the price is never mentioned. I was telling Mr. Jenner about them and their wince-worthy price-tag. He said, "Would you have that over a pony?"
me: "....um.. ohmygosh, that is like Sophie's choice. How could a person decide...okay I'd pick the Aga over a horse."
My rationing being that more people would receive contentment out my having such a stove. (also I'd have a really difficult time sharing a pony.)

Yep.
Stoves and spit-up.
That's all I got.