Of a May

Fun stuffs:

Earlier this month, we arrived at work to a pervasive and possibly toxic smell. I decided to evacuate the building and call the fire department. When the firemen did not answer their phone, I called the police station and asked the office lady if she could run next door and tell them to come over to smell the building. While this made sense to me, evidently they have these nifty "radios" now and don't actually have to run anywhere, so the entire fire-force (?) was interrupted from their "training" swim at the beach and came lights-ablazing down to the library ten minutes later. The site manager from the school's septic construction team swore up and down that it was not his fault, and ran back and forth with his clip board while the firemen cruised around shaking their wet hair and adjusting their heavy equipment (ooer). Problem: busted hole in the old septic tank and burning plastic from portions of PVC pipes being cut for the new septic tank. The site manager actually hung his head in shame while the firemen had fun taking down his name and the name of his company. We aired out the building and let people in once we determined nobody was going to be poisoned and die. Excitement!

Cover thine eyes: as of today, I am no longer in the "post-partum" stage of lifes, and back to being a regular womanly-type person. It was fun while it lasted. This change was undoubtably triggered by Leif's half-weaning. This is to say that he weaned himself off of just one of my breasts. Now they are absurdly lop-sided, like one has been popped, and I find myself wearing basooma-holsters with reinforced shapes - like lycra viking plates - until I can finish knitting a falsie. I just found out that in Australia they shear possums for yarn, which has me completely a-quiver with delight. I hope it comes in tit bit pink.

Mother's Day! As per my new tradition, I took the bull by the whatsits and bought my own presents, which wasn't completely necessary because the boys (with some help from my mom) pulled together some gift cards, an ipod jogging holster thingie, and some wee picture frames. We hefted a slab of ribs, fresh beer, and episodes of Flight of the Conchords on top of the festivities, and it was a pretty fantastic day. My mom opened her gifties on ichat, then spent her holiday taking her motorcycle exam and flirting with giant biker men. I think this year may safely be ticked off as a success.