Yet more Zodling shenanigans

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As I was sitting at the computer this morning, reading webcomics and coming up with belated retorts for Tom snarking about me reading Girls With Slingshots (admittedly today's comic is a rough introduction for new readers, particularly when they are reading over someone's shoulder), and deciding it's about time I head upstairs to get dressed and bring down Jack for breakfast....

The stench of feces assaulted my nose.

I ran looking for Mark, who was twirling on his tiptoes at the foot of the stairs. He looked clean, but the stench from the downstairs bathroom was huge. Apparently he'd had a massive download, and then splashed in the bowl, resulting in clean-to-the-naked-eye but wet hands. x_x I locked the door for future cleaning and dragged him upstairs for a bath.

Could have been worse. Tom and I are deeply afraid that he'll do something like this in the middle of the night and we won't find out til we come downstairs the next morning and discover the carnage.

I'm taking the boys to Walmart rather than the commisary today to get soy milk, as the comm. does not sell flowers, and I *deserve* them, damn it.

Caffeine wagon? What caffeine wagon?

Primarily items I covet, but there may be a few other shiny things.

Would probably make without the little verse, as we don't farm, and neither does my MIL, for whom I'd make it: http://store.stoneycreek.com/book-448-welcome-heart--home-p13032.aspx

If we inherit the in-laws' place or buy it from them, I want one of these as the toolshed: http://www.themarysue.com/buy-a-hobbit-hole/

Want to make, without the tiny cap sleeves that never ever fit me right: http://www.modcloth.com/shop/dresses/hepcat-dress-in-cherry

To go with shoes similar to these: http://www.modcloth.com/shop/shoes-sandals/beach-duty-wedge

Not previously familiar with this comic, but the characters' accolade of Hunger Games as lacking in wizards, but at least also lacking in sad draculas, makes me lol and lol. http://hijinksensue.com/2012/03/27/food-fighters/

Covet the blue version at a less insane price. Sadly, googling for leopard print ballerina flats did not produce a lookalike, but DID bring me the discovery that someone out there felt the need to create leopard print Crocs. ::shudder:: http://www.bodenusa.com/en-US/Womens-Shoes-Boots/Flat-Shoes/AR496/Womens-Pony-Ballerina.html?NavGroupID=11

Looking at these for Tom's Father's Day gift: http://www.thinkgeek.com/gadgets/tools/ec97/

And http://www.amazon.com/Guide-Canning-Freezing-Curing-Smoking/dp/1580174574/ref=reg_hu-rd_add_1_dp

Nominating "HAVE WE LIVED AND FOUGHT IN VAIN?" for next Internet meme: http://www.journalfen.net/community/fandom_wank/1285334.html?page=1#comments

Along with "I will transmit this information to Vladimir": http://storyful.com/stories/23872

Dr. Sarah Josephine Baker is awesome, and so is Kate Beaton. I need to add her to my RSS feed; randomly checking her site for the sporadic updates means I miss the new ones for too long. http://www.harkavagrant.com/index.php?id=335

Transcript for yesterday's ACA deliberations. Not a fan of the font and layout of the .pdf, but have slogged partly through it anyway. The justices do seem to have an obsession with broccoli metaphors, don't they? http://acalitigationblog.blogspot.com/2012/03/transcript-up.html

Tom has volunteered to stop at Safeway after work and get me tulips. \o/

Poor Mark

Jack has this game, which basically consists of throwing or inserting small objects into larger objects. His favorite variant involves the decorative gravel next to the driveway, and the manhole cover at the foot of the driveway, as we wait for the school bus, and it makes him very audibly cross when a chosen bit of gravel does not fit in the tiny round hole on one side of the cover.

Today he tried adding "Throw decorative gravel and bits of mulch from the backyard into the recycle bin" to his list. I made him stop every time I caught him.

That wasn't so bad, compared to a little later, when Mark came to get me, very very volubly angry and indignant, and led me outside.

Jack was in the middle of throwing one of Mark's favorite rocks into the recycle bin, one of the ones Mark brought home from a walk and arranges in varying patterns on the back porch or sidewalk.

Further inspection proved Jack had also thrown in more of Mark's beloved rocks, several matchbox cars, and one of the boys' sippie cups.

Since recycle pickup was yesterday, the bin was almost empty, and I couldn't reach the bottom while it was upright. I sent Jack to his room, to his displeasure, and returned to find Mark trying to use his tricycle to climb inside the bin and retrieve his stuff. I gently chased him away, and tipped the bin on its side to get his stuff. He lit up when I brought his rocks over. Poor boy.

Jack is staying in his room for a bit. ::amused/exasperated face-palm::