Good Morning, Little Schoolgirl!

You guessed it - Claire started her fall semester of school last week. She attends a 90-minute class each Wednesday, and Stew tags along to carry her books and keep the little toddler boys away. There are about 12 kids in the class, including one little girl - Elizabeth - who Claire knew from spring semester. After their first class last Wednesday, Stew arrived home with an attitude. He was all in a huff because he didn't know any of the songs the new teacher sang to the kids. He practiced Hickory Dickory Dock, Five Little Squirrels, and the Hello, Claire songs all summer long only to find out the toddler class sings a whole new slew of songs. Plus, there's another stay-at-home dad in the class, so Stew's no longer the only eye candy in the classroom.

Today, Stew and Claire are going to decorate Claire's new school bucket. That's right - Claire has her very own school bucket. I guess we're supposed to fill the bucket with things that calm her down when Stew and the other parents separate from their kids and leave "the toddler room" and go to "the parent room". Apparently there's a condition called "separation anxiety" that can afflict some toddlers after they see their parent leave a room. My guess is Claire will handle the separation just fine and will likely lead the other toddlers in a Congo line. But, just in case, we're sending Claire's stuffed zebra, a bunch of Nuks (aka "pacifiers"), and her Walter the Farting Dog: Trouble At The Yard Sale soft cover book in her bucket.

Speaking of Claire, she hasn't allowed me to sit at the computer for longer than 20 minutes before trying to crawl into my lap and/or dancing around the office crying. So, needless to say I haven't been blogging much lately. Plus, I've got a hot date with the lipstick-wearing Pit Bull who lives down the street. She's not real bright and definitely isn't a deep-thinker, but her hottness causes one to look past all her faults. And she has a real knack for firing up the mindless cats in the neighborhood whenever she gives stump speeches in the park across the street -- regardless of the fact everything she says is either a lie or an ideology espoused by far right neo-cons who are responsible for the downward spiral the country has been in for the last eight years. But did I mention she has great legs? What Harry Truman asked in 1948 is extremely relevant today (listen up, lip-schtick lovers): How many times do you have to get hit over the head before you figure out who's hitting you?

Anyway, I've got some pictures from Claire's first day of school, plus a few more pictures of her with her Bucket-O-Zebra. Otherwise, there's not much more going on around here other than us finally buying a house. Have a great day!

And finally... I don't watch much Saturday Night Live anymore because it's simply not a funny show. However, in case you missed it, here's a clip of a humorous skit that started the show this past Saturday night. Well, at least it would be humorous if it weren't so eerily accurate...