1) I tossed a baby around for hours yesterday. At the time, mostly fun; today, shit, my arms. Ow. Ow ow ow ow.
2) Regarding the "mostly" qualifier: less fun when they have diaper leakage and you wind up TOTALLY PEE SOAKED. I was at a wedding. I was wearing nice clothes...and then, PEED ON. Luckily, I AM exactly the kind of person that carries a change of clothes in the trunk of the car (times when I will take ribbing for that habit: NEVER AGAIN, BITCHES) but that did mean spending the rest of the wedding in sandals and jeans and a wifebeater. But: no pee.
3) Jay's friends know how to do wedding planning: send invitations for an hour after the wedding actually starts. That way, no one has to deal with the ceremony, and can just be there in time for tamales and booze. Good job, Mr. and Mrs. Sanchez!
4) Mongolian BBQ: great for lunch, bad for motivation. Was supposed to knit with people after lunch, but dude, SLEEPY. Even followed by coffee in large quantities, my belly full of skrimps and noodles commands me to nap. Naaaaaaap. And I would, if I didn't have pee-soaked laundry to do.
5) Predicted date for getting over this whole peed-on-at-a-wedding thing: oh, never.
6) While here, Jay insisted on wearing my boots. My four-sizes-too-small, knee-high pink plaid rubber rain boots. I have (bad, hastily-taken) photographic evidence.
7) Last night while at the wedding, three cop cars showed up at my parents' house looking for the previous owner/tenant/something. We'd gotten notice of legal crap for him in the mail before, and sent it back, and kind of wondered what it was all about - my vote was mass murderer, and my parents' more reasonable suggestion was bland regulatory infractions.
TURNS OUT I WAS RIGHT. 8)
Peed on. Jesus.