Me and Dad, 1983

In an almost exact replay of last week, I am having All The Feelings this morning. Well, technically "afternoon" - this morning was spent trying to fix the not-especially-minor email-returning issue I mentioned last week and my first cup of coffee has yet to be ingested, which is a problem that seriously needs to be rectified immediately.

Hold on.

Renaissance Faire Downtown San Jose

Sometime around the end of 2015, I wrote a post in which I talked about just how much of a walking, talking, brain-free medical experiment you are in the months after you give birth, and my recent discovery that this situation unfortunately does not come to an end for...well, for a long time. I honestly have no idea how long it lasts, because I went straight from being a mess with one kid to being a mess with two kids, and I'm still a mess, and presumably I won't be at some point in the future, but for now?

(I still post embarrassing photos, but these days they're much better-lit.)

OK, so everybody has embarrassing moments in their past, right? What's fun about having been a blogger for nearly a decade now (! I can't even) is that all of my embarrassing moments are right here on this very website, where I can see them over and over and over again. And so can everyone else.

I've destroyed cakes. Burned stripes into my tongue by accidentally licking hot forks. Made red wine with Jell-O, and dragged enormous pieces of furniture off the street and into my apartment. And those are just the ones I can think of off the top of my head. Oh wait: and I "designed" my own (off-the-shoulder, of course) t-shirt, based on...my own tattoo. (Proceeds benefit the ASPCA!)

Look at these angels, being angels. (This photo was taken the moment before they stopped being angels.)

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