* I did a trade show for Sweet Baby K on Saturday. I had attended this same trade show last year and it was beyond busy. This year? Not so much. It was so slow, I had time to get through the first 100 pages of my new book. Mind you, I can read 420 words a minute so that's, like, what? Five minutes worth of reading? Anyways, it was a good trial run for my BIG show coming up this weekend. On the upside, I won the 50/50 at the end of the day, so it wasn't all for naught.
* November is shaping up to be a very busy month for me. Between all the regular running around, trade shows and whatnot, we also have Kat's eye surgery on the 21st. It is a very minor procedure...just getting her tear duct un-blocked. BUT she has to be completely knocked out so you're looking at one very nervous Mama here. From birth, she has had continual eye goop/infections and a constantly runny eye. Our doc said it would hopefully clear up by the time she was 12 months, but it didn't.
* Kat's language has completely exploded over these last few weeks. Not only is she learning new words everyday, she is also starting to say short sentences. As I was putting away her laundry last night, Kat was spinning circles behind me. As I turned towards her closet, Kat was just completing her eighteenth rotation when she bounced her face off my butt. During the hang time in between her getting a mouthful of cellulite and hitting the floor, she had enough time to say, "Oh no! What happen?". We both had to pick ourselves up off the floor after we were finished giggling.
* On Sunday afternoon, Mike went into the basement to change the laundry. As he came back upstairs, he could smell something burning. He wanted me to go down and investigate. At first, I was suspicious that he had cut a good one and was trying to trick me into smelling it (yes, we're immature like that). As soon as I opened the door to the basement, I realized it wasn't a joke. Something was definitely burning. We ventured downstairs together to try and find the source. We pinpointed it to one area of the basement.
Upon further investigation, we realized the wiring to one of our fluorescent lights was burning/melting. There was black, stinky tar dripping all over the inside of the light fixture. Mike was attempting to remove the entire fixture from the ceiling and, being a man, decided to proceed without cutting the power. I was holding one end of the metal fixture when, all of a sudden, we were both covered in a shower of sparks. I, being a woman, screamed and dropped my end of the fixture. Mike was the only one to receive a jolt from the current, but thankfully it wasn't too bad (unlike the time my dad shocked himself while fixing the outlet behind our microwave and was hopping around our kitchen shouting, "I'm okay! I'm okay! I can't see anything, but I'm okay!"). All I can say is that I am beyond thankful that this electrical short didn't happen while we were out of the house for the evening!
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