Wednesday whining

Anti-whine the first: my superlative husband is apparently not planning to divorce me over his hurt feelings re: the post below. Also, I am still getting a dishwasher. I think.

Anti-whine the second: as anyone who has followed the comment thread in the post below knows well, I have the World's Coolest Mother-in-Law. Dude! I am teh lucky!

Whine: I made a batch of blondies from a simple recipe that Wolfa was kind enough to send to me. They are tasty in the extreme. And neither of my children will eat them. Though they will eat the absolutely foul, cardboard-like cupcakes from the neighborhood bakery. (I should say that Baby Blue will eat the foul, cardboard-like cake part, and LG will eat the foul -- and surprisingly cardboard-like -- frosting.) Mr. Blue ate one blondie, pronounced it extremely yummy, and showed no sigh that he'd ever eat another. So it looks like I get to eat the whole pan. This, my friends, is why I despair of cooking for my brood. And the chances are high that I will put on all the weight that the doctor wants to see appear on Baby Blue.

(I won't even bother whining about how Baby Blue is nursing mucho times a day, and waking up in the middle of the night shrieking from nightmares, and will only sleep with her arms wrapped around my neck. At least she's eating.)

Anti-whine: they bought it! I am the proud owner of a new dishwasher! With bells and whistles, though without invisible angels. On the other hand, I didn't have to sell the kids to the salt mines to obtain it.

Ooooooo!

So how's by you guys this week?