So are the days of my life

First, there was Halloween. And lo, my kids were cute! They were so cute, in fact, that I was getting ready to come here and tell the entire Internet about how cute they were. I was even going to provide photographic evidence of their cuteness. But, since we cannot have everything in this life, a virus ate my computer. Ah, viruses: the e-mail forwards that keep on giving. My computer was functioning quite normally all day Saturday (way back in November, this was, the first weekend after Halloween), and suddenly pop-ups starting appearing with amazing frequency, and some scanning revealed that my computer had more viruses than Boy Wonder got in the winter of 2004/2005, when we were at the doctor's office every other damn week. Instead of blathering on about my adorable children, I needed to back up photos of said adorable children (along with any other photos within a twelve-mile radius, my homework, my freelance work, and two years' worth of e-mail) and reinstall EVERYTHING. All hail the holy flash drive, which I borrowed from my dad and have yet to return. At some point during the festivities, rap music came blaring out of my speakers. This (the backup/reinstall, not the rap music) put quite a damper on computer-related festivities for a while.

Then, there was Thanksgiving! I am seriously considering assembling snack platters and cooking turkey more frequently, if such will make Boy Wonder (normally a touch fussy) eat with the gusto that he did on Thanksgiving. I meant to blog about Thanksgiving too, but there was homework to do, and there were things to do around the house, and there is also Action Hero, who every day accomplishes great feats of physical dexterity (see below).



And then, there was...sewage! Charming Bungalow, like many old houses, seems to really enjoy knocking us for a loop every once in a while. (Bats in the attic! Bat in the basement! Birds in the eaves! Mice in the garage!) However, the most recent house-related event, in which foul-smelling water rose through the basement floor drain whenever I did a load of laundry, takes the prize at the country fair (so far, anyway). It also wins the Totally Most Inconvenient Prize, since I do a LOT of laundry. More details are coming soon; for now, things have been cleared up via Roto-Rooter. I celebrated by doing eight loads of laundry today.

And now, relative calm has returned. For the moment, the drains are functioning properly. My semester is almost over (final on Tuesday), so homework will drift softly over the horizon line, ready to reappear in January but blessedly absent for the holidays. My children are still climbing the walls (and the furniture), but are also lots of fun, and the elder of said children is beside himself with holiday excitement most of the time. May we continue living in wildly uninteresting times.