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For those who don’t know, I’ve been entertaining myself doing the roundup over at Postscripts Lowcountry Blogs. My kids are sick, again, so it’s another day stuck in the house. I just want to go the gym, but I’m not one of those parents. Now, if those parents weren’t those parents, I probably wouldn’t be stuck at home.

So, local bloggers, please be chatty today; it’s this or daytime TV and I don’t have cable or decent reception.

A) They can finally walk beside you in the grocery store without touching EVERYTHING.

B) You can amuse everyone around you by opening a dozen brown eggs and hearing “Oooooh chocolate eggs!”

Thanks Mike!

Favorite food to crunch: Kettle corn.

Favorite comfort food: Colcannon.

Food that makes the best noise: I don’t know, the sound of anything being deglazed is probably enough to get me excited.

Favorite picnic lunch: Almost anything packed by someone else, but cold fried chicken has a special place in my heart.

Favorite food scene in a movie: The entire movie Chocolat

Favorite food lyrics: I’m really not sure.

Least favorite food lyrics: Hot Potato–The Wiggles, it’s eternally stuck in my head

Best food smell memory: Sauteeing celery and onions on Thanksgiving morning.

Favorite summer snack: Blueberries.

Food that reminds me of the ocean: Oysters

Favorite winter snack: Hot chocolate and buttered toast.

Most likely Favorite thing to eat for lunch: PB&J, BBQ chips and an icy Dr. Pepper.

Least likely to eat for lunch: Anything sporting a big dollop of mayo.

Makes me gag: Mayo and lutefisk.

Food tradition I don’t like: Lutefisk with my inlaws

Saturday night food: That’s the night to use the grill.

Favorite wild foods: Salmon.

Favorite medicinal food: Cinnamon, it helps moderate blood sugar.

Food that reflects my heritage: Tuna Noodle Casserole.

Food most like me:

Favorite raw food smell: Cilantro.

I completely forgot that Tim was going to be working very late this evening. I looked at the clock and realized I had forgotten to start dinner.

Viva le croissant weiner with cheese and a side of corn.

They are happy, thrilled even.

I think I’m going to puke.

Clothes dry much faster when you actually turn the dryer on.

I have a weird habit of replacing words in children’s songs as I go about my day. I read somewhere that it’s actually good for kids to hear recognizable songs in that manner, something about encouraging wordplay.

Well, it works.

I hear a song drifting out from the bathroom as my 3yo does his business:

A pain in the butt!
A pain in the butt!
Hi ho a derry-o
A pain in the butt!

I had to share.

After the blognic, Geoff complained he hadn’t seen an invitation.

He will have no such complaints for this meet-up.

I e-mailed him this morning:

*We all know this is a fib, it’s more like I don’t have the inclination, but a lack of time sounds better.

It’s November 29th.

We were listening to Christmas carols.

We had the windows down on our drive home from the beach.

This is what I missed.

Tim has gone; the boys and even the dogs are asleep. My house is quiet and my coffee is warm. I am alone in silence, except for the clicking of the keyboard.

The sun will soon rise and with it my children.

I had a moment’s peace before the daily chaos.

Today is good.

They both live here and spend their time playing things like Scrabble and World Of Warcraft.

I think they need to get out of the house.

Badly.