On a completely unrelated note, I watched about a half hour of "The Outlaw Josey Wales" and here's the best line:
Josey Wales (to some hot chick he promptly makes out with): I hear in Kansas they got three types of suns: Sunshine, Sunflowers and Sons-a-bitches.
I don't know if you've seen The Chronicles of Riddick, but if you haven't, well I can't say it's a valuable use of your time of anything but I saw the Director's Cut. Seriously. Apparently it's much better than the original, but honestly I haven't laughed that hard in a very very very very long time. There's a part where the surface of a cliff is being baked at like you know 3000 degrees Celsius and our hero dumps like two bottles of water on himself and swings to a cave opening across said rock face collapsing into it as his rope is incinerated and then he slowly...stands...up...STEAMING!!! AAAAAHHHHhahahahaha.
H. I. Larious.
In other news, Betty got her latest round of shots yesterday and she cried really hard but I didn't. There's a first time for everything. Betty got hurt and I didn't cry. I hope this is a development in the right direction. I mean you do want Mom to be like all cool in a crisis. It probably wouldn't be any good if she's like got a broken leg and I'm on the phone to 911 wailing and being all inarticulate.
"Yeah *sob* my daughter is like *sob* I dunno. *sob* She's so sweet and I love her and like then she just *sob* and she's like hurt and I dunno *sob* can you guys like come and help us or something *sob*"
Betty has her first cold. She's got it in her eyes as well so she has this little red nose and her eyes are all red and she looks like she's crying all the time because her eyes are all weepy. The killer is that she's all cranky and snotty and sleepy and bleary and she'll like look up and get this little smile on her face like "I love you Mom." It's one of those little things that makes me think I'm just going to die of love. My heart is just going to seize up and stop beating from the sheer magnitude of the love.
On a related note, in order to both increase my baby compassion and stop her from yanking out all my hairs, I have shaved my head.
As I shouted across the room to Paul while he was on the phone with his Lutheran Minister dad, "I look like a big ole Lesbian, George!"