It is silent here. Right this very moment. Well except for Kelly Clarkson on Winamp. Mike's pick not mine. That's what happens when you share a playlist with your husband. Sometimes you have to listen to crap. At least it's music from this millenium, usually his picks are from the 80's. We built this city on rock and roll you know.
So how did I swing this silence thing you're asking. Is Abby gagged in the closet? Did I give Maya a wee belt of scotch? Did I give Mike a tap with a tack hammer? Nope. I promise you it's all on the level. Mike's out on a date with wife number 2. Maya's not quite due to eat yet. As for Abby she was so wound up tonight I thought an early bedtime was in order. Clearly the pink faux suede zip up dress boots with the pink faux fur trim and the wedge heel that my Mom bought for her today were over stimulating her. That's the only excuse I could come up with. She put her beloved boots on shortly after we arrived home at which point she began running around the house like a crazed monkey. At one point I found her sitting on the very top of her play kitchen because.... she was the queen and that was her seat. Well your highness get your royal ass down from there is what I considered saying, but I refrained and an early bedtime it was.
So for now the house lays silenct and I'd be crazy not to get my self a bowl of Smartfood, a glass of green iced tea and watch the Food Network. It's Iron Chef America night. Woohoo!!
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