We got a couple free mylar balloons about 4 days ago. Usually, I have a strict no balloon policy. Balloons are like the West Bank of our household. It doesn't matter whose it is, there is going to be fighting.
And crying. And screaming and wailing and fit throwing and temper tantruming and one time I got shivved in the calf with a sharpened plastic chicken.
But we were Chanukah shopping and were feeling the holiday spirit and they were free so we altered our policy.
Tonight, a balloon died. As they always do. The Peanut's mourning process was less than dignified.
Coming off her sickness and a nice day back at school, she threw a record breaking tantrum. Had to have been at least 45 minutes. A lot of it in her room.
I'm pretty sure she called me the c word.
I shouldn't keep letting her watch Train Spotting.
Due to the fabulous festivities of the evening, I am finishing the bottle of sauvignon blanc that I used on tonight's haddock. It's a vintage 2009 Robert Mondavi Private Selection. I believe it's named this because it tastes like Robert Mondavi's privates.
That is of course conjecture on my part. His privates may very well taste better than this wine.
H to the M.
