1. Ratatouille (the movie, not the food — although that does sound like a really yummy Sunday night supper).

2. Kiss Kiss Bang Bang (good, but not quite as good as Ratatouille. And why is it that ever since turning forty, I cannot stay awake for an entire flick? Even if it’s like 100 minutes long. God forbid I try to watch some epic in a single sitting…)

3. Hall closet, bathroom cupboards and one big fat kitchen cabinet — check! We no longer have medicines that expired in 2005 or flip-flops fit for a toddler, and every single laminated placemat (with maps of the world and the alphabet in sign language) has been wiped clean. I’m pretty sure Sara inspired this activity, ’cause when I read about her coffee cup gunk it occurred to me that our gunk is not localized over here. It’s more dynamic — a slow creep, an insidious evolution. But no more! 

4. Husband home repairs, including small one’s bedside shelf. This is especially sweet for two reasons. One, her water has spilled off the previous rickety shelf onto her bed approximately 1,000 times. And two, he used some of my granddad’s old tools to fix it and I’m all sentimental about that.

5. Fresh fruit smoothies and peanut butter toast and a really fine decaf latte. 

6. Three newly published books, one talk show and a live reading. (We’ve got four girls in house this weekend instead of two, and it is, um, what’s another word for chaos that doesn’t sound as bad?) During the reading, our youngest took the directorial role. I heard her say, more than once, “OK, I’m gonna stop you there. Let’s do that page again.” Y’know how people worry that their second (and third and fourth) children may shrink in the shadows of their first-born siblings? I’m not worried.

7. Discovered erroneous charges on our MasterCard, to the tune of fifteen hundred bucks. One of them was to the Christian Coalition of South Carolina, which particularly cracked me up. 

8. Finally finished putting away all Christmasy items ’til next year. Isn’t it funny how when you pull out those mugs in early December you get so nostalgic and happily anticipatory and by January you are just sick to death of the dang things?

9. Listened to Car Talk and Wait, Wait Don’t Tell Me. I mean, seriously folks. What WOULD we do without NPR?

10. Decided to go grab sandwiches at the deli rather than make another meal. Tonight is homemade pizza, but that’s my hubby’s expertise.

And how is it that it’s just past noon on Saturday?
Here’s hoping that number 11 is “napped”.