I saw this video on TMZ.com this morning and laughed out loud. Then I watched it again.

I'm waiting patiently for my "Stay Calm and Carry On" poster to arrive and I'm sure it will, but I'm staging pretend fights in my head like George Costanza just in case I'm involved in some rip-off ruckus.

I'm achy today. Hadley is at school and Finn has watched a marathon of television while I shuffle around from one couch to another. On a plus side, the house is clean, laundry is done, and FMP has had 2 vegetables and 1 fruit today. Supreme.

My dog faced boy, Atticus, celebrates his 7th birthday tomorrow. Peter and I got him before we got married and he looked just like a baby bear. I think perhaps I'll make brownies for us and then put a candle in a hotdog for him. He'd like that. Although, now I'm rethinking the hot dog because the furry bastard ate an entire apple butterscotch loaf of bread I made today for a playgroup. Yeah, nevermind pal, you're SOL. And no yummy bread for playgroup. S'ok. We'll still have margaritas. I'm not a total shite hostess.

Shoutouts to the following: People who make pretty Cooking Light recipes, people with wiggling divas in their bellies, people who think plants are dirty, people taking anti-biotics every six hours diligently, people who babysit pugs who eat their own poo, and finally anyone named Amy who celebrated a birthday this week.