I'm sitting here with a glass of wine at one elbow and a rapidly shrinking cake of the greatest chocolate flavour ever created at the other (dark, with peppermint - mmmmm), trying to relax. The rugrat was feeling perverse this evening around teatime, and we had the first salvo in the expected 2-year-old food wars when she decided she didn't want to eat what hubby had cooked. We presented a united front to her when she tried to play us off against each other, and we won. She ate. This time.
We did manage to catch the Olympic medal-fest last night - finally something to cheer about, and some of it was really exciting (like the women's double sculls - what a nailbiter!). I had good intentions of doing some study but when the medals started coming and kept on coming the book slid to the floor and stayed there....
Pachyderm
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