It's that time again folks! I've come to love Fragmented Fridays in the last week because lately, that's how my brain's been working!
"Honey, wake up! You've won the Nobel Peace Prize!" Yes, apparently those nutty Norwegians have decided to award the Nobel Peace Prize based on President Obama's intentions for the future.
I distinctly remember a certain road to a certain not-so-nice-place being paved with...oh, nevermind.
In other, less worldly news, my new dishwasher arrived! AmenandthankyouJesus! It's beautiful. And quiet. And I don't have to do thirty-eleven loads of dishes every.blessed.day. And did I mention how QUIET it is? And the controls are concealed, which means that The Manimal won't find them for, oh, at least twenty-nine minutes.
And it's quiet. Meet Bosch, the Boss of Dishwashing...
The dentist said that The Manimal has "early childhood caries", which apparently do not result from simply not brushing well. Dr. Teeth said that there's been a huge resurgence, the like of which has not been seen since the 1960's. It's due to a lot of factors, one of which is the prevalence of high fructose corn syrup in foods.
Now, I'm not a Green Queen, like my friend H, but I do try not to buy overly processed foods. Dr. Teeth informed me, though, that HFCS is even in things like GOLDFISH CRACKERS! Uhm, well we're in trouble then, because The Manimal? He luurrrrvvvves goldfish crackers. More than life itself, I sometimes think. And then Dr. Teeth tells me that HFCS is like putting BATTERY ACID on teeth.
And the Corn Refiners Association remind us that HFCS is made from corn, which is natural and healthy.
I respectfully remind the Corn Refiners that ethanol is also made from corn and maybe they'd like me to substitute ethanol for my kids' morning OJ.
High fructose corn syrup is the Devil's Elixir.
It's October 9th. We're expecting our first frost tonight and first hard freeze tomorrow night. I feel it necessary to remind you at this moment that I live outside of Chicago, Illinois, not Fargo, North Dakota.
And the Halloween costumes we bought last week are really not big enough to accommodate a snowsuit underneath the costume.
Sweet Son #1 has earned A's on his last five spelling tests, sort of akin to the Chicago Cubs winning the World Series (which might explain the freezing weather). This is kind of a big deal for him and we're incredibly proud. :)
The Manimal has found yet another way to torture Princess the Wonder Dog. Sooner or later she's going to bite him.
She just has to figure out an escape method for the moment immediately following the bite.