Hmmm.

I shan’t be going to Blogher this year after all. Why? Well. A has to travel for work then and I’d have to take Z with me. Which would be fairly expensive. And right now, we suddenly need to hoard all our cash and then some because something so awesome I can’t quite believe it might really happen.

I shan’t say more about it because I don’t want to jinx it. But this, this that could happen? It’s been a fantasy, unattainable, for a long time. Now I must go knock on wood for the rest of the day because I might already have said too much.

Also? I think I’m going to cook some lamb stew.

This is more of a challenge these days than it sounds because Z is extremely good at walking now. She is also extremely good at being a tornado. Which requires closer supervision than ever and our house is, basically, wrecked anyway. No one can do anything while Z is awake these days. Except play with Z, of course. Because on top of the walking and the tornado-ness she’s decided that henceforth everyone must play with her AT ALL TIMES and do nothing else ever and acts deeply and loudly offended when people fail to comply.

But Z is taking an uncharacteristically long nap, which means I am free to chop vegetables to tiny pieced and, just possibly, do a load of laundry or two. I am embarrassed to say I’m quite excited about these possibilities.