fun spam... sort of

I just got this message in my inbox:

You do. And of course you are Jim of the Rats. Welcome, welcome
sheot shearing. May all your fleeces be giant ones. But an indulgence
cheek, then waved Floyd to her. Help me carry him. Jim will have
And waving weapons, Steengo said grimly. Here we go again.
draped in gold cloth. Iron John, I presume?
that youre good, Jim. I knew you could at least hold him. Im sorry
donations to charity in the entire galaxy had been sent here-and they
stairs and on to the ground floor.
Steengo will verify his reports. There is a lot more to be cleaned up
A bit hungover are we? Steengo asked cheerfully. I suppose there

I just hope Steengo, Jim and Iron John can work this out.

And I can get in line with hoping all the fleeces will be giant ones. I spun about 3 inches of my roving into yarn before moving it to its new home in the bottom of a crafting bin, but someday I'd like to try again, and fleeces can be pricey. I think a herd of cats might be less disruptive to the drop spindle process than Wren.

Speaking of Wren-

She is screaming from several rooms away. If she wins this battle or wills, it will be the third consecutive day with no nap. I was really looking forward to some Wren-less crafting time. And I was also hoping to put some new pictures up, but from the sound of it, that's not going to happen. She's moved quickly today through the screams of rage and indignation and is now into the hiccups of stinging betrayal and hopelessness. I thought a wild morning at the Fuller Wives group followed by half and hour on the playground would wear her out. I even thought (foolish Baby) that she'd fall asleep in the car on the way home. No such luck. I've done the whole sitting-in-the-room-until-she-falls-asleep thing. but she never actually falls asleep, so....

If God is just, my mother tells me, then Wren will never take a nap again. Because she prayed over me so many times as a napless toddler that I would be cursed with such a child. And this is the woman who's asking for Christmas pictures. Yeah right. You're lucky we don't sign up to be teachers at the Friends School in the West Bank.

I should probably go check in on Wrennel and make sure she doesn't hyperventilate. I'm pretty sure I've lost nap battle (and perhaps the Nap War) today as well. Maybe we could just work on a "sit in the crib by yourself even if you're not actually sleeping" time. Good for everyone, especially me. In fact, I remember my mom using this on me as well. She called it "time to rest your bones".