Fat Biscuit

When All Else Fails . . .

try this.

When Children Don't Behave

It's so wonderful for my self-esteem when Owen ends a playdate by asking for computer time before his friend even gets his coat on and then by whining horribly when I say no. I think I'll be writing that mom an e-mail apology. The kids did play together well for 3 hours, though, even bundling up to play firemen in the near-freezing dusk of day. The two boys also performed several monotone renditions of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Then they dismissed me so that I could fold clothes and start draining the cold water from a defrosting block of chopped spinach. Mondays are so sexy.

The Weight of Drinking

I'd like to propose a new course for aspiring actors enrolled at Tisch. It's a bit edgy, a bit avant-garde, but I think the television industry in particular would benefit. The course would focus primarily on the "cup conundrum." That is, students would be taught how to carry a coffee cup as if it actually contained coffee. 

This spring I'll complete a grant application to study this issue further. 

Home Brew

This morning there was sunshine. Yesterday was almost too dark and gray to bear. 

Because Owen is stubborn and I'm a wimp, the kid went off to school this morning in a lightweight polar fleece instead of his more appropriate winter coat: the coat of the "too puffy" shape. My bad. I decided, after seeing O shiver at the bus stop, to drop his coat off at school for him so that at recess his teacher wouldn't have to consider calling Child Services to report my neglect. This then became a great excuse to swing by The Devil's Coffee Shop for a grande skim latte as well.

When I got to school, I slapped on my Visitor's sticker and walked along the corridors, checking out all the kids' artwork as I went. When I reached Owen's cubby, I stuffed his coat into it (he's right about there not being enough room for it) and listened to hear the teacher's voice. She wasn't yelling "Quiet, Owen" or "Owen, stop fidgeting and focus" as I imagined she would be, so I left. 

Now I'm home and ready to do some work. I've just made a fresh bottle of fizzy with our new seltzer maker, or as Baba calls it, "the bubble maker."