Friday, February 21, 2020
This big guy and his brother and sister are here to spend the night.
I am indeed making barbecued chicken and macaroni and cheese and broccoli.
I got the box kind of macaroni and cheese. I told Mr. Moon about that. He's pretty excited.
I reminded him this morning about that. He said, "I know. I could hardly sleep for thinking about it."
I really have nothing else to say this evening. I had a most lazy day today.
I did start watching a docuseries on Netflix called "Babies."
If anything could make a sixty-five year old woman ovulate, that would be it.
I already learned that when a woman gives birth, her brain changes and one result of these changes is that she becomes incredibly concerned for her child's safety. This makes sense.
HOWEVER. That change never changes back.
Which explains a lot.
When a mother tells her forty-year old child, "You will always be my baby," she can't help it. It's her amygdala.
I told Lily this and she said, "There should be an eighteen year cut-off date for that shit."
Happy Friday, y'all.