"What does a guy have to do to get some chicken around here? The service in this place is terrible."

“What does a guy have to do to get some chicken around here? The service in this place is terrible.”

I commented to Mike a few minutes ago that I wanted to post on my blog because otherwise there wouldn’t be ANY posts at all for the month of January, but I couldn’t think of a single thing to talk about. He helpfully suggested that I could write about my new year’s resolutions. The only one I made this year was to post on the blog every week. So. That’s going well.

Possibly I am not in the mood to write much today because I am feeling a bit maudlin. We’re in the process of cleaning out all of the clutter in our basement so we can get started on finishing it (by “we” I mean Mike and my dad and a plumber and possibly some other professionals I am unaware of at this point) so I spent a lot of time today sorting through the boxes of clothing Ellie has outgrown that were stashed under the stairs. If you’re ever looking to weep over the ceaseless passage of time, I suggest sorting through baby clothes. Small children are so rude, growing so big in such a short period of time! This week we also received our package to register her for junior kindergarten, so if anyone needs me I’ll be curled up in the corner, dabbing my tears with a tiny purple sleeper.