Maybe My Timing/Luck/Mojo/Whatever Has Returned

I was up for potential jury duty again tomorrow and as we got home this afternoon I had this sinking feeling in my stomach. This is the first day that I've forgotten to arrange babysitting before finding out if I'd be called in or not. After 4 times not being called in, I was pretty sure they'd need a jury tomorrow (because that's just how these things work when you're a pessimist). So, I called and sure enough the lady's voice on the message says "Listen carefully. If your name is called, be at court by 9:15 tomorrow morning." And then she starts reading a list of what seems like 800 names. And not one of them is mine or sounds like a mangled version of mine. I'm not sure how I missed being on the list but I'm grateful. Next time, the 27th, I'll go back to being my preplanning, obsessive list making self and be prepared. That'll guarantee I don't get called in...

The Best Way To Waste A Morning

Liv discovered my dirty little secret this morning. I still own the Ms. Pac Man game I received for Christmas when I was 8. And, amazingly, it still works. Just as amazing, it's still addictive. So, bad mommy that I am, instead of doing educational things we spent our morning improving our hand-eye coordination by playing the video game I received in 1983...

But What I Do Know

is that I'm the master of chocolate cake making. Seriously. It completely rocked the casbah. Next Tres Leches experiment...strawberry.

The Problem With Mothers

coming to stay with you is that they like to snoop. Even when you're an adult. They still look through your stuff. And that really bugs me. Hope you found something good, Mom.

Early Evening Car Conversation

Noah: It's 5:55. Make a wish.
Me: I don't wish on 5:55, buddy.
Noah: What about 12:34?
Me: Nope. Never.
Noah: Oh, you only wish on 11:11?
Me: I don't even wish on that lately.
Noah: Why not?
Me: Well, because none of my wishes were ever coming true. Not even one.
Noah: That's why you have to keep wishing the same thing over and over.
Me: I did. Everyday for about 2 straight months. And Nothing.
Noah: (with very serious face) You really need to work harder at it.
Me: Oh
Nana: What did you wish for over 2 months?
Noah and I (in unison): Can't tell!!!!!!!!!!
Nana: It was probably about Hugh Laurie.*
Noah: Who's that? Oh, your boyfriend?
J: Oh geez...**

*For the record, I've never wished about Hugh Laurie. But I think it's great that my mom would think I'd, at age 32, use wishes on celebrities. Then again, I am a 32 year old woman contemplating wishes so maybe she's not that far off...
**This comment is made all the better since Noah had told J the day before that it was ok that I liked Hugh Laurie because he's rich and British. And that's not a bad thing for a dad to be. "But, don't worry, Dad. I'd still choose you."