200th Post!

You know, 200 seems like kind of a big number, like I should have something super special to write about how wonderful Brigid is, how fantastic Steve is, how beautiful our life is all together.

Instead, I took the dogs out for a long (for me) run last night, because they have been driving us insane with the their barking insistence on, like, exercise and attention and other such nonsense, and now my hip hurts (because I am apparently old and whatnot), and so I have nothing for you. Besides the hip whining, of course.

I mean, Brigid has at least two new teeth that just came in, and there may actually be as many as three or four new ones in there, but we're terrified to stick our fingers in her mouth. Because, let's be honest, no matter how many teeth she actually has, they are sharp little suckers, and we are not dumb. And, we've been fighting the battle of the never-ending diaper rash, but I'm not entirely sure that's news worthy or anything. And, apparently, we're raising the world's tiniest neat freak, as she can't handle anything being on the floor that shouldn't be on the floor, and I've even seen her pick up my dirty laundry and put it in the hamper (along with my slippers, but I'm not about to start nitpicking on the help...), so there's that.

As for the rest of us? Well, I've spent my time trying to read more than the occasional US Weekly issue and coming up with as many excuses as possible to avoid exercise, despite my best intentions. And Steve has decided he'd like to quit his job and become a picker (or maybe a pawn shop owner), because somebody has spent a little too much time watching the History Channel.

And really, where's the exciting post in that?

So, anyway, happy 200th to me! And, yeah...maybe I'll try harder tomorrow.