Are we about to enter the foreign land of...potty training??

I have fantasies about the girls using the potty. I have changed approximately 9,735,862,147 diapers and I am OVER IT. [I should mention that I think Belly is pooping as I type this. Damn it.] I yearn for the day when both girls will just inform me that they are heading to the bathroom and I can simply go in and wipe butts when they're done. That sounds as glorious to me right now as the thought of having a massage (which, if you know me, is ALWAYS my idea of a good time).


Anyway, a strange phenomenon has been taking place the last few nights with regards to the Bug's diaper. She's been waking up in the morning and that sucker is still dry. And then about 10 minutes later, it is a giant water balloon. This means that - hello, my little glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel - I could potentially place her on the toilet in the morning and she could use IT instead of her diaper. We'll see what the sitch is tomorrow morning. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

...fast forward 10 hours from when I started this post...

So, tonight I went to Happy Hour and then some with Sissy and her roommate. SO much fun. Good company. Good booze (grapefruit margaritas). And rather importantly, good food. I ordered the Duck Salad sandwich and was informed that they didn't have it but had the PBLT in its place. I know, I know - you're thinking Peanut Butter, Lettuce, Tomato? GROSS! And yes, that would be quite foul. However, that is NOT what the PB stands for. No no, my friends, it stands for Pork Belly. To which I say decidedly YUM!! As in, holy effing YUM. As in, I wish I had Anthony Bourdain's phone number to tell him YUM. I even told the cook (I'm not sure he was a chef?) that it was fantastic. And I should also mention that this place is 10 blocks from my house. T-R-O-U-B-L-E. The very, very best kind of trouble. Trouble with a capital "T" and that rhymes with "P" (do ya know what that's from?)...

If you're reading this, thanks Sissy for taking me out and showing me a great new place! Now. If I can potty train my kids tomorrow, the sun will certainly be shining a little brighter. And hopefully that won't be a problem for my grapefruit margarita-saturated brain.

I'm off to watch the SYTYCD finale. God I love that show.

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