My kingdom for a glass of chocolate milk

I swear to God that I am seldom that hungry for breakfast, but suddenly, knowing that I can't eat - I would sell one of my children for a glass of really cold chocolate milk. Having Army of Dad home this morning doesn't help. He is watching the Food Channel. How is that for Mr. Sensitive? Typically, when he is home in the mornings and we have built-in sitters - thanks mom and dad - then we go to LePeep for a nice breakfast. But, not today. I can't eat till after my surgery.

Just saw a commercial for Desperate Housewives and it jogged my ADD memory. Everyone keeps telling me that I need to watch it. I wonder what that says about me? Even my surgeon - during our pre-op consultation - asks me if I watch it because I'd probably like it. *shaking my head* I guess I'll watch it and see why everyone thinks it is the perfect show for me.

We just found out that we're wealthy, too, by the way. I'm glad to know it. Some Kerry commercial just said that the tax cuts were for the wealthy. I feel better knowing that the Dems think I'm wealthy.

Ok, I guess I'm going to blog another thing or two while I can still type two handed. I'll update my template, too, and try to put another survey up. If I get a picture of the new red-headed Army of Mom, I'll post it, too, and we'll take a vote on regular highlights or the red hair.

Maybe I'll blog in a drug-induced stupor tonight. I'm pretty fun when I'm doped up. Or at least that is what people tell me. Gadfly and LabKat both shared some amusing tales of my post-partum drug-induced discussions with them after having Child No. 2. I'm quite witty when I'm under the influence. I think.