Aunt of the Year

While playing with my two-year old nephew on Christmas Eve morn, I got a toy car stuck in my hair.

No one, not even the toddler, was amused. You should also note that the car was not hurt, nor was anyone under the age of 5. Just my pride and about two inches of hair.

I know what you're thinking. The whole "run the car up your hair" trick usually works with kids. Well, this time it didn't. Neither did the "let's-not-tell-your-mom-that-aunt-Kendi-got-pulled-over" quiet game. Moving toy parts and law enforcement officials are one of many reasons we don't have kids.

To the guy who works at the front counter of our gym:

We went to the gym 4 times last week. We only saw you once. Please do not say "I only saw you once this  week, I thought you guys were giving up already?" and then wink at us. You see, that would be like me saying "I only saw you once this week. I though you got fired. Or killed." And then not winking.

Winking doesn't take the aggressive out of passive-aggressive. Neither does writing about it on a blog that you don't read.

Touche. 

I want to be a hippie, but modern medecine makes it so hard.

For the last 4 days, I've felt the sickness creep in. And I have tried every homeopathic remedy in the book. Today, the good fight is over. I'm about to load up on every OTC medicine there is available, no matter what it remedies.

Drugs taken so far today: 5

It's only a matter of time before the hallucinations begin.

Good News, Bad News

It's a constant battle of good vs. evil in our house.