I know you haven't read the last two posts yet

but that's okay, I don't want to clean the kitchen or check on the laundry, so I'll just keep on posting, posting, posting ...

Today was my 'date out' with Eminoodle. Once a week the Grand Lunar or I (we alternate) take one of the children (we rotate) out for a meal-and-something. The Something depends on the weather and season and child. Sometimes it's as exciting as those vehicles at the mall that you put 50 cents in so they go up and down. But today Eminoodle requested swimming.

So we went to Arby's first, her request. Turns out that an Arby's Melt and a Arby's Beef & Cheddar are not sufficiently similar to be swapped for each other. To the best of my knowledge the only difference is the bun, but apparently the onion and poppy seed bun is a deal breaker. So instead of my Arby's Regular with Arby's Sauce, I got the gloppy Beef and Cheddar with orange and red goo, and she got the Regular. Bummer. I really like Arby's sauce. But my sandwich did NOT need anything else that dripped or glopped.

Then we went swimming at the overly chlorinated indoor pool.

It was fun. She's learning how to swim pretty well, although not so interested in being taught as just experimenting. Today was "swim with my legs in a ball beneath me" day, I guess.

Near the end we snagged one of the too-few Community Center balls in the pool (it was really crowded today, and the balls were in high demand!) and were pushing them under-and-at-eachother in a splashy game of catch, when all of a sudden Eminoodle turned into a little Kim. I can't really explain what that means, though, I hope you weren't expecting more information. I don't usually think of her as looking like me. Maybe being like me in the spacey-ness. But this was more like I could see my little self in her. Or something. It was kinda weird. But we had fun, it wasn't a bad thing. It was fun. Until my eyeballs burned out of my head and I went blind.