Young Indiana would like to take this opportunity to mock you with his monkey pants:
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I dreamed last night…
…I got on a boat to Heaven–and by some chance, I had brought my dice along! No, no, wait, that was another life, another day (which phrase makes me sure I should be able to come up with a second musical song to break into, but I’m totally failing my roll, here. Something from Rent, maybe?). Last night I dreamed I’d developed a mutant power. It was–are you ready for this? It was the ability to create biodegradable green packing foam with a touch. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my mutant…
I love Dublin.
Today I spent some time looking on teh intarwebs for things like mother-baby groups (largely called “toddler groups” here, it seems) and mommy-baby yoga classes and etc etc etc. In the doing so, I found not only a relatively nearby toddler group, but also Dublin Baby, which has bloody fantastic information like there’s an art house cinema in the city centre which does semi-monthly “Babes in Arms” showings, where people are welcome to show up with their kids. The Irish Film Institute in Temple Bar also claimed to have them…
“Year of Miracles” commission, Mark 2
So our landlord at the house in Longford has decided not to return our deposit. He’s within his legal rights to do so, as we only gave about ten days’ notice that we were leaving, but even the estate agent thought it was a fairly rat bastardly thing for him to do, particularly given that they’ve already re-rented the house, and, she said, given what great condition we left it in. Anyway, because of this, and because we frankly don’t know if Ted’s new job is going to pay him…
this keeps happening
My plans for the afternoon: – make bread – change kitty litter – clean bathtub – start organizing office My actual accomplishments for the afternoon: – napped with baby This keeps happening. For your entertainment, I present Young Indiana and the Discovery of His Toes. Hey. What’re those?