The only problem with organic produce is that, very occasionally, you will look down at the yummy orange pepper you are eating and see a teeny, tiny slug crawling on it.

The blog site ate my last post (apparently, when it asks if you want to save, the saved item is hidden in some secret place, like that long hallway in the new Matrix movie where the door of light is), and so I have been fearing posting again. Yes, both Charles and Scott advised me to copy to a textfile. In a fit of technological hubris, I didn't. It was a funny post, but all my funny is lost right now, as the Toddlerita has entered a nap-free existence. She crawls around on my bed exclaiming "I am letting you rest, Mama! I am the good kid in the world!" (she doesn't quite understand "best" yet) while I try to sleep in the afternoons. Or she shoves her pointy little elbows into my chest and says "Keep me warm!" Since the wee person inside me is also at this time developing pointy little elbows while simultaneously causing me to gain approximately 9,000 pounds per month, my general mood at this time can be charitably described as grumpy.

The other kid news is that there is a great deal of potty talk going on. I don't mean she is developing the mouth of Lenny Bruce; she is just learning all about the wonderful world of elimination. And that is probably all I should say so as not to risk embarrassing her when she is 16. She is also teaching herself to read, which means I soon will not be able to ask her dad to go to W-E-G-M-A-N-S for I-C-E C-R-E-A-M. Speaking of which, I hear the call of the freezer now.