Last night I did nothing. Well, next to nothing, post-Lydia's bedtime, with the difference being filled with Lost and Olympic hockey and nachos. You are all shocked, I know. It was awesome, so shut up. Lost was very Lost-like (i.e. slow and cryptic); the Germans made all of Canada feel better by losing in a typically-efficient manner; and the nachos were salty and crunchy, as expected (thanks Mexico! ...and Sobeys!).
Plus, before my epic loafing session, we managed to engage Little Miss in an actual conversation - to celebrate her mastery of the word "yes" - which was kind of mind-blowing. In case you were wondering if Lydia likes the kitties, going to Grammie and Grampy's, cereal, and getting out of the bathtub - the answers are yes, yes, yes and no (or rather, yesh, shyesh, tesh and *shakes head aggressively*).
Slow nights are often the best nights.
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