I frequently wonder how much time I spend cutting off bread crusts. Just something I was wondering this morning as her highness ordered her breakfast: “Toast cut into two rectangles. One side with Nutella, and one side with butter and jam. NO CRUSTS, MAMA.” I need a little bell and one of those rounder things that short order cooks attach orders to. She’s always hungry lately. I’m not kidding. ALWAYS. 5 minutes after she eats, she’s hungry. It drives me crazy because she’s hungry but completely picky.

I sent out an email asking for donations for the Lupus walk last week and have gotten many responses which makes me feel loved and proud. I have many great people in my life and feel blessed. I do hate asking for money though. It just kind of makes me squirm. The walk is October 8th in Seattle. It should be a fun little walk and I do feel really good about taking some action. I was reading a magazine called LUPUS NOW and they had an article about people affected by lupus in low income areas. It was heartbreaking. Some of these people have to travel for HOURS just to get to the doctor and then are given prescriptions that they can’t possible afford, so they don’t fill them, which leaves them back at square one: in pain with no help. Again, just makes me feel lucky to have such amazing insurance. Just to give you a little idea…CellCept is $532 a month. That’s insanity. Speaking of CellCept though, no real side effects yet, which is good but because of the gap in meds, I am experiencing wrist pain. Blech. At least the knee pain has a friend though. That’s nice. No one likes to be at the party alone. And just to make it a real pain party, I was bending down this morning hugging Hadley or something and she popped up unexpectedly and nailed me in the left cheekbone. Nailed me. I felt like Tyson hit me. I flew backwards and was wiggling around on the floor holding my face. Yes, I’m dramatic but this fucking hurt. She, of course started crying too because she was freaked out. It immediately turned red and started to swell. (ah…the joys of being a china doll) That’s not the worst part. She did it AGAIN. She shares that quality with Peter: not being aware of her body and where she’s flinging it. When Peter and I were dating he used to jack me in the face or body all the time just randomly because he wasn’t used to people being in his space. (or that was the excuse he gave me)  I am trying to will myself into a good mood because today has MONDAY written all over it. There was another incident involving Finn and the toilet, which I will not go into but it wasn’t pretty.

Saturday night with Elizabeth and Mick was really fun. They ventured from their urban haven to Suburbia and came bearing pink Dahlias, which are always welcome. They announced they’re pregnant upon arriving and I was thrilled. Beyond thrilled. They’re delicious people and will be equally delicious parents. Not to mention they are both painfully attractive so I’m sure the kid will be a beauty. We had grilled salmon, wild brown rice, and salad. Chocolate Fondue for dessert with fruit and pound cake to dip. Yeah, this is where I blacked out and inhaled everything in front of me. Oh, chocolate, you are my mostest companion. Hadley and Finn were straight out of a movie they were so well behaved.. I tried to act like this was their normal behavior but was sort of stunned all night. They both went to bed without a peep too. Glorious.

Got the second episode of Weeds and I’m still a big fan. I find it dark, multi-layered and clever. Genius casting with Mary Louise Parker and Elizabeth Perkins. I am pulling for Mary Louis Parker after her beau left her for Claire Danes in real life when she was 8 months pregnant. Butthole.  I made Brad Wilson Zucchini bread as a thank you for taping the show. Perhaps he hates Zuke bread but even so it’s the thought that counts, right?

Friday night we put Hadley to bed and I went to lay down “for a minute”. That was at 7:30pm. Next thing I know it’s 4:20am and Hadley was crying because she wet the bed. I almost got up after we helped her back to bed because I was so rested. It was unreal and so so so necessary.

I’m sure everyone will sleep better tonight knowing that I can no longer watch Laguna Beach or My Super Sweet 16. It’s just too much. Too too much BUT fear not because I have adopted another show much to Peter’s dismay. Cattle Drive: Filthy Rich on E! A bunch of rich kids are taken to Colorado to herd a bunch of cattle. Who cares, right? Except it’s hilarious to see them just horrified at what they have to do. Ah…rich kids. One girl, Courtenay Semel, daughter of YAHOO! CEO Terry Semel can’t even get up on a fucking horse. I mean, c’mon. I’m not Annie Oakley or anything but seriously.  Talking to Em yesterday I said “I think I may be nearing the end of my reality phase.” Immediately though I knew I was lying and said so. I’m just too much of a voyeur. I am looking forward to the fall lineup though: Scrubs,  , Arrested Development to name a few. I just keep thinking of Buster and laughing. I love love love him and find him to be genius.

I WILL be in a good mood today. I WILL be a good mood today. I WILL.