I propose a toast!

I’ve never done this sort of thing before, but it just seems appropriate. And seeing as how I’m a novice at this, you’ll forgive me if I royally mess up – won’t you?

Okay, where was I? Oh yes! I would like to propose a toast. “To whom?” you ask. To myself, of course.

“For what reason?” you ask.

Simply put – I have, at long last, completed my reading of David Copperfield. It has been an arduous two and a half months. A time period in which I feared I may never see the light of day again (in the sense that I would never finish the book, you see).

Before I give the toast, I would beg your leave to share one quote from this Dickens’ novel. It is a scene in which David Copperfield and his aunt are conversing about his career in writing.

“This ride will do his master good, at all events,” observed his aunt, glancing at the papers on my table. “Ah, child, you pass a good many hours here! I never thought, when I used to read books, what work it was to write
them.”

“It’s work enough to read them, sometimes,” I
returned.

Amen to that, brother!

Now, for the toast, you must have a glass of something. Be it water, juice . . . . or something a little stronger. Oops! I just realized the time. Seeing as how it is only just after eight in the morning, I can’t really suggest anything too strong, now can I? Hmmm . . . what to do? Too bad I don’t have any eggnog. Eggnog is okay to drink in the morning, during the Christmas season – isn’t it? Or not? Not matter – I don’t have any anyway.

Oh. I was just struck with a brilliant idea. I will go replenish my coffee cup and pour in a little hazelnut liqueur. That should do the trick! Now, if you will wait here for just a moment while I see to my cup; I will get on with the toast upon my return.

I’ll throw this up for you to view in the meantime:


Hey – I wasn’t reading about David Copperfield the magician! How did that get here? I guess if you want to look at that instead of the one below . . . whatever.
I’m back! Are you ready? Raise your glass. Here goes:

“I would like to propose a toast – to myself. I ROCK! And may I never open another Charles Dickens novel again.”
Thank you so much for being a part of this little celebration. It just wouldn’t have been the same without you!

Does this qualify as "interested"?

We’ve been attempting to stir up some interest in our two year-old, namely in the art of potty-training. We haven’t tried to make a big “to-do” about it – we just want to show him it can be fun. Everyone will cheer for him if he sits on the potty and tell him what a big boy he is.

Generally speaking, he’s not so interested, so we’re not forcing the issue.

This morning was the typical routine with *cough* . . . . one rather disgusting humorous exception.

Hubby had some suspicions that Blondie needed to use the potty (some unpleasant odor was following him around) and asked him, “Do you need to go potty, buddy?”

“NO!”

Hubby muttered to himself, “Sure ya’ don’t.”

A few minutes later, Blondie came back into the room wearing this on his head:


And guess what . . . . . it was stuck. Yep! My cute little man had a potty seat stuck on his head – and was none to happy about it either.

He had gone into the bathroom to fill his diaper (that’s progress right – at least he’s in the right room) and decided he would use the potty seat as a hat – you know . . . instead of sitting on it.

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