Portraits, Donuts and the Ft. Bragg Fair

     It's Friday.  That means I end up with a split personality at work.  One side of me wants to screw around and not do anything productive until 5PM, while the other side wants to get as much as possible done so I can start fresh on Monday.  I'm blogging right now.  Guess which side won.
     I have the cutest family portrait hanging up on the corkboard right next to my computer.  Spawn #2 drew it during a frenzy of artistic inspiration.  I totally adore the curly leg she gave James.

 I finally hauled myself to the doctor's office today for the long dreaded CT scan.  He wanted it done.  Obviously, I didn't.  He seems to think there's something up with the constant migraines + mood swings + concentration problems.  It won't come as a surprise if he diagnoses me as an overworked-stressed-moody-inattentive-bitch.  What did come as a surprise was to see how much weight I've gained.  These darn things must have been the culprit:

Okay, so I only eat Krispy Kremes about three times a year.  Three times a year, I will devour almost an entire box in a short amount of time.  Three times a year, I will gain an incredible amount of weight and puzzle the crap out of my doctor.  It's a little game I like to play called "You're-making-a-buttload-of-money-so-now figure-out-the-sudden-weight-gain-without-me-revealing-that I have-sporadic-donut-binge-attacks."  I have a bad feeling I may end up on the losing end of the game when I develop diabetes.  But for now, my cheerful East Indian doc tells me all my "levels" are fine.  Cholesterol and blood sugar = good.  Good.  That means there's still room for more donuts in my future.

Yesterday, James and I took Spawns 1 and 2 to the Fort Bragg Fair.  Oh, what fun.  Spawn #1 went down the zipline.  What a brave girl.

I was trying to encourage Spawn #2 to go down the zipline just like her sis.  She turned towards me with a somber look on her face and announced that she will go down the zipline when she is big enough, when she turns 5.  Not a bad excuse for a three year old.  The girls had tons of fun riding rides and bouncing on giant pods while harnessed to these pole things:

We didn't get home until.... well, let me just say it was waaaay past their bedtime on a school night.  Bad Mommy!  But hey, we have to live a little!  Besides, even though it was 10:30 at night and I had sore and achy feet and I was exhausted from working all day, I somehow felt refreshed.  Why?? Because I stopped and looked at their dirty, sticky faces and their twinkling, happy eyes:

.... and I got to eat a funnel cake :)