TGIF

The good: Portabella mushroom sandwiches from the Stray Cat for dinner. With curly fries. Yum.

The bad: While at work, I got a little lost trying to find the library. And then a lady kinda threw up on me in the hallway whilst I was attempting to locate the library. (She was attempting to locate the restroom, poor thing.) Thank goodness I keep a change of clothes in my office, and that she mostly threw up on the floor. Yuck.

The funny: Commuting home on the crowded metro with Cheeks McGoo today-- even though she is restrained in her stroller she still manages to get in trouble. This evening Cheeks startled a random man by reaching up and patting his bottom. All the lady commuters laughed. So she she did it again. And then again. My desperate attempts to stop her were all to no avail. The man, serious in a dark suit, was not amused.

No whining

I cannot even venture a guess as to how many times a day I remind Miss Bee of the above. Whhyyyy is three going on four such a tough age? One minute, my darling firstborn is little miss helpful, baking cookies and helping me walk the dog. Two minutes later, it's meltdown central. I can understand whining on the weeknights--the poor child has to behave at daycare all day, and that's a lot to ask. But whining on the weekends? Come on! There's too much to do, no time for drama.

On Friday afternoon I finally got around to sorting through the nice pile of mail that had accumulated in my entryway. I found a small envelope addressed to me that surprisingly didn't look like junk mail. I opened it up and found a cork inside. Puzzled, I took a closer look. The cork had a web address and it took me here. My little cousin, who is not so little anymore, in fact he is quite grown up, is starting out in the wine business. And his wine, unlike whining, is fantastic.