Monday

Believe it or not, this is Post 400 for me!! I don't have anything prepared, but I'd like to thank my devoted blog readers--I couldn't have done it without you. I would have switched to an off-line diary long ago if I didn't have the daily encouragement and spirited comments to look forward to. So thank you!

Now...on to Post 400...

To update everyone who was slighty squeamish over the handsy dad who I blogged about last week: I asked my husband what he thought about it, and his reaction was 'Where's he from?' I'm not sure exactly, but I have a suspicion that he's from Louisiana (based on his accent). And from what I understand, they're more overly affectionate there. Friends of mine from New Orleans hug/kiss all their friends hello. I'd meant to post this as an addendum but then forgot. So when I told my husband I suspected Louisiana, he said, 'Well that explains it.' Clearly he's not jealous.

Today's news: the two Labs next door alerted me to the impending approach of the ice cream man by howling and whining in a downright pitiful fashion. It's FEBRUARY and 80 degrees here, and the ice cream man is making the rounds! Texas really is a like its own country. The dogs do their little complaining bit everyday, but they never get ice cream bars. Poor babies. Maybe I could smuggle this something.

I started reading a new book to my boys today. It's called The Giggler Treatment by Roddy Doyle, and they just love it. Evidently it's a NYT Bestseller, but I've never even heard of it. It chronicles a couple days in the life of the Gigglers, whose job it is to punish grown-ups who've been mean to little children. Their revenge of choice is collecting dog poo and placing it in the path of the offending grown-ups. The word 'poo' is liberally splashed over the pages, making it a rip-roaring good read for a six year old and eight year old boy. The quote on the cover is by J.K. Rowling, hailing Doyle as 'pure genius'. How can you argue with that kind of endorsement?

Now, on to the next 400! Who's with me?!