When our lovely, perfect little girl was born, my husband held her and cooed affectionately, "She looks just like a little Ghoulie!" Ghoulies, apparently, is a B (or perhaps C?) movie from the mid-80's. I know this now because he made me watch it with him, just to prove his point. There I sat, bored to death by the same tired haunted mansion story, when onto the screen pops -- my newborn?! No, a "Ghoulie"! But man, what a resemblance.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

a vocabulary lesson

Vacation -- (n.), VAY-CAY-SHUN: Long-awaited, desperately-needed week and a half away from the daily grind, during which the new parents will not so much relax as make sure that each and every last living relative has a chance to see, hold, and rock the new baby to sleep. Requires endless hours of running around and overuse of both the pacifier and the carseat. (Note to self: Next time, JUST SAY NO.)

Housesitter -- (n.), HOWS-IT-UR: Designated person(s) who make it possible for new parents to "vacation" anxiety-free, trusting that house and new puppies are in capable hands. Said person(s), however, apparently doesn't understand his/her duties, and believes it is acceptable to leave many piles of puppy poop on the hardwood floor for a week. And let puppies chew whatever they want. And put dirty dishes in the dishwasher with the clean ones. What the hell?!

On the plus side, being back in the real world doesn't seem too bad. That is, once we get that freaking floor clean.

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