girlfiend

First of all, I’m now of the opinion that I completely overreacted to my mother’s comment. My mom hasn’t said a word about it, and she told me that she and my cousin haven’t spoken in weeks. That bit of information and Jessica’s comment that her friend may have been the person in NYC reading the archives have made me feel infinitely more relaxed about blogging in general. Nonetheless, when I do blog about my wonderfully functional family in the future, I’ll stick with the password protecting just to save my ass.

Second of all, I apologize to those of you with Macs who can’t access the password protected posts. I don’t know if it’s a wordpress thing or a Mac thing, but I don’t know how to fix it. If any Mac users who happen to use wordpress are reading, I’d love any advice.

Third of all, yesterday was our wedding anniversary. We started the day (after a sleepless night for me and the Fiendling) in Syracuse at a funeral, then drove the four hours home through a light snow storm in Boyfiend’s parents’ car. Boyfiend’s parents rallied, and upon our arrival home they kindly offered to watch the Fiendling while we went out for anniversary drinks. It wasn’t the best anniversary, but margaritas always improve my mood and at least I got to spend one hour alone with the man I love.

As for American Idol, I’ve been watching the show while I write this, and there’s just something wrong about the camera crew focusing on that homely crying girl during Sanjaya’s performance. Wrong. Really, truly, wrong. And they just didn’t stop. Make her go away. Poor Sanjaya. Poor homely, crying girl. Oh, and Haley’s performance was adorable- the first one I’ve sort of liked. But the shorts? Formal shorts are evil. And seriously, Ryan Seacrest should never, ever, under any circumstances make the motion he made while talking to Chris Sligh on camera. It brings to mind all sorts of things I don’t want brought to mind.  If you don’t know what I’m talking about you’re lucky.