You know what I'm going to do?

I'm going to march all three of the kids into wherever they do name changes in this town. I'm going to pick up three forms and fill them out on the spot. All three forms will bear the same name:

Kazalex.

You know why? Because I can't keep their names straight. I call Katie "Zac", I call Zac "Alex", and sometimes I call Ryan one of the kids' names. So I'm giving everyone the same name. Kazalex. "Ka" for Katie, "za" for Zac and "lex" for Alex. They will all be addressed as Kazalex and referred to as such, even to strangers.

Yeah, it'll be confusing, but it'll be worth it! Just watch! "You know, Kazalex lost a molar the other day. And Kazalex is walking! Hey, Kazalex, come over here! No, your brother. The other one."

I am the last person in America to read Harry Potter. I am on page ten.

I'm here alone. Ryan just did our weekly shopping at Costco. He bought a package of chicken. I opened it to separate it into freezable portions, and boy, did it STINK! I am so disappointed. I've never had a problem with Costco, maybe aside from the godawful crowds, and to get a bad product this week of all weeks was upsetting. My mother-in-law drove back and returned it while Ryan and Zac went to City Mill in a vain attempt to find flashlights.

People are panic shopping. I'm as concerned about storms now as anyone is, but why do I get the feeling that entire cases of water will be collecting dust in people's garages in the winter? Ryan actually had to buy a gallon jug from the hardware store because Wal-Mart was out. I hate panic shopping because nobody really gives a damn if other people are looking for water. They have to get just one more case for Auntie, who probably has a roomful already.

in the ear: "Home" by Marc Broussard

I stumbled across a couple of gift cards from an unnamed evil video chain that I got (I think) from Ryan's stepmom a few years ago. And by "stumbled across", I mean "pulled out of the deepest, nastiest recesses of the diaper bag and had to pry apart because they were stuck together with fossilized diaper rash cream". I am usually loath to even set foot in one of those places, but a gift is a gift and free stuff is free stuff. So while Ryan was editing his podcast yeasterday, I loaded up the kids and went down the street. Lo and behold, there was The Lost Boys for twenty-two bucks. Total out-of-pocket cost? A buck fifty. Priceless. My guilty pleasure video library is nearly complete.

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