E took a picture of my ass yesterday.  I think that I should be all “oh, ugh, my ass!” but I kind of like it:

I’m probably not supposed to be posting it, since I think it’ll go up on his Flickr and all that, but it’s my ass, so THERE.  Actually, it’s not even ass so much as back, really,  now that I look at it again.  Either way, having an amazing photographic supergenius for a husband is fucking awesome.  He should be rich and famous right now, because DAMN, his pictures are breathtaking.  Though it’s always weird when it’s pictures of you to say that, because then you sound sort of conceited.

Anyway, so it’s raining today and I am Bad Mommy and the kid is watching 8000 hours of TV while I dick around on the internet.  I should be making pancakes and cleaning all the rice out of my sink from where it stuck onto the pan and then I forgot and dumped the soaking water out of the pan and filled the sink with rice.  It’s too yucky to contemplate right now, though.  Am a terrible, terrible housekeeper as well as Bad Mommy.  The cat is sitting next to me in the window watching squirrels run up and down the tree next to the house – I guess that’s like kitty TV?  I was going to say that it strikes me as boring and then I found myself watching the squirrel, too, and realized that squirrels are fascinating, or else I am so lamely trying to ignore the sink/dishes/pancakes that I am pretending to be interested in squirrels.  Either way I am really, really lame.