pajamas

When the WordPress Queen Lorelle Van Fossen issues a request, all must obey.

Y’all, I have always owned this dresser, from the time I was a little girl until now.  It came from some relative before that.

And when I was cleaning it out yesterday, I found an old coloring book of mine.  Along with my college diploma.  And some Barbie pajamas.

Which I kept.

The Redheaded Kid: “Yeah, I never see folks from high school unless I come across them at a bar.”

Me: “Oh, gross, man, don’t be doing that kind of [bleep] in public.  Save it for private, for the ladies.”

Every night this week I’m driving an hour to backwoods Tennessee to play a few songs and hang out with twenty high schoolers from our church.  It’s youth camp.  Dinner and clean-up and bath time and bed time routines are all Becky’s this week.  And on top of all this she’s not feeling real great.

Miss A is my night owl. She is my thumb sucker. She is my wall kicker.

Mike responds to a back-handed compliment singling him out in the Nashville City Paper’s Political Animals post written by editor Clint Brewer.

I guess the city’s progressive bloggers are taking the afternoon off.

- - Nashville City Paper editor Clint Brewer speculating on why local bloggers ignored his publication's story on Metro Schools blending education and religion

Huh?

A Cuddle Party may look like a pajama party for grown-ups. It’s fun but there are rules. The number one rule, pajamas stay on the whole time. This is a non-sexual event.

Okay, now that we have that out of the way you may ask yourself, what’s a cuddle party?

7:30–Still in my pajamas.  Dog not walked.

7:35–Decide to live-blog working from home, just to entertain myself.

7:40–Discover that my yahoo mail is not working on this old computer.  Use this moment to give a shout-out to Coble, who has sent me an email I can’t reply to.