Under the surface

So, yesterday I wrote about buying school supplies. Here's what I didn't tell you: I accidentally printed out the list for the 2005-2006 school year. I discovered this yesterday. So, it's back to Office Depot for me. Because the lists are different. Sigh. I really hate myself sometimes.

I also wrote about Jesse's orthodontist visit. I didn't tell you about him getting sick while they were making an impression of his upper teeth. It's the second vomiting incident in two weeks. We have been overdue. When your kids are little, you become indifferent to the bodily fluids that are flying around you all day long. But bodily functions start to be controlled and you gradually regain your sensitivity to vomit, pee, poop and snot. It's unfortunate, really.

I also wrote about visiting a friend Saturday night. I didn't tell you about the nine mosquito bites I ended up getting while sitting outside talking to her. So for the last two nights I've clawed my itchy legs in my sleep. One of the bites is on my right wrist, right in the spot that touches my mouse pad. It's driving me crazy.

And, finally, I wrote about seeing several movies this last weekend. I didn't write about letting Jesse watch Spaceballs (the Mel Brooks spoof of Star Wars) the prior weekend. I had a fuzzy memory of the movie but thought it would be fine with its PG rating and all. Now I know to beware of the older PG rating. The language in that movie was terrible. But Jesse loved the movie, of course. What is it with guys and Mel Brooks?

While putting his shoes on this morning, Jesse was doing an unexplained impersonation of Rachel Ray, the Food TV cooking goddess. And you have not seen comedy until you've seen an 8-year-old acting like a perky 30-something cooking diva.

April came by last night to pick up some money to pay for the wedding photos I've ordered. Jesse was careening around the living room while she was there, throwing himself onto the sofa and loveseat while SkooterPie and I watched him with dazed looks on our faces. "Is April staying for dinner?" Jesse asked panting. "Sure, if she doesn't mind eating Hamburger Helper," I said. But April had different plans. "I am going home to have dinner with my husband in a nice, quiet house with no children," she told him. I almost begged her to take me with her.