Desperate appeal

I've just invited five women I barely know (new friends here in Orlando) to come to my house next week to watch the Thanksgiving special on Throwdown with Bobby Flay. The one where he's up against Ree Drummond, The Pioneer Woman. Problem is, I don't actually HAVE the show. It's the ONE EPISODE they aren't airing on the Food Network's website. The only one. I promised them pumpkin martinis, baked fudge and The Pioneer Woman.

WHAT AM I GOING TO DO????

If anyone reading this has any way of getting me that episode, I will name my next child after you, bake you a cake, clean your house or whatever else you like.

I am desperate here, people!

Blogging-- Facebook-style

Dear Body, You are not going to get more than two three hour stretches of sleep for the next six months. Deal with it. And get over yourself. Love, Me

Judah: "Mama, this is a song. I have no aaaaarrrms, my heeeeaaad is chopped OOOOOFF, my leeeegs are broken and I thiiink Costco has no saaamples leeeft!!!"

My laundry is so bad this week, I think it may actually qualify as a Bio-hazard.

Judah: "I'm a.. I'm a ... I'm a... WhatmamI'mam Mama??? A VIKEEEN! Yeah! I'm a Vikeen! I'maI'maI'ma... whatmI'm am, Mama? Oh! A VIKEEEN" (multiply by 5oo)

"Aaall the knights in Camelot eat bananas. They eat bananas at the Wouwnd Table. Our table is wouwnd too, Mama. Why is Camelot so far away?"

more later....