So, TDC (defined in post #1) decided to go extra pea soup spewing on me today.  I swear, a three year old as stubborn and tantrum throwing as she was today can only be possible with the help of some serious demon power.  Good Lord! Had to dig in the old boxes and blow the dust off my old book of prayers.  Do you have to be a priest to correctly do the prayer of exorcism?  Because it didn’t so squat when I said it….besides make my own skin burn and head spin a few times. LA (also defined in post #1) just laughed and squealed with delight while I convulsed my way through to the Amen.  Can’t wait until she can read……she can be in charge of prayers.  Finally, they are both asleep….recharging….oh shit….I’m screwed.

And WHAT THE FREAK WITH PLASTIC WRAP!  My 20 plus year battle with that shit continues.  I can not think of ONE FREAKING SINGLE TIME that I have tried to tear some plastic wrap along the little cutting edge of the block that it was a success.  NOT ONE!  And tonight was no exception.  I usually get about half way through the cut before all goes terribly wrong.  Then it gets all stretchy and shit and just kind of pulls apart from the box…..folding directly over and sticking to itself.  Next few moments usually have me with one corner of the wrap I need in my mouth, and two hands frantically trying to unstick the wrap from itself….all while balancing on one leg, in case I need to get my other foot in the action.  WHAT IS THE SECRET TO PLASTIC WRAP??????

anyone?

Papa