Blaine, that's a major appliance that's not a name.

Let's Plow, Pretty in Pink was on last night. I love that movie. John Hughes, where have you gone. I was laying in bed quoting the whole thing when J walked in and said, "what is this?" My reply, "Andi, you've been replaced!" Since that was the point I was at in the movie. He wasn't amused. I probably should've told him, I hope they shrivel up and fall off. Because I know he would've said," what?" And you know what my reply would've been. I said, fine, fine turn MASH on. I can play the rest of the movie in my head and fall asleep in 80's prom heaven.

Peanut Butter does the weirdest things. Last night she's standing on the counter looking in the cabinet like she does, and must've spied the potatoes on the counter and thought yum. She started gnawing into one, when I'm not looking of course. She kept eating it like it was an apple. I was like, yuck, raw potatoes. But she does try to eat bananas through the peel. Just when I think she's got J's brains, she puts me in my place. She saw me go into the dishwasher for something and as I walk away she walks over and tries to unlock it like I did. Stinker. She loves the dishwasher. I'll have to let her help me unload it again today. She'll squeal with delight. She almost does a better job than the boy. He doesn't want to sit in it though. She has figured out how to get down the stairs now. I have given up on the gates, J still has hope. I just close all the doors upstairs that I don't want her to get into and let her at it. She goes up once and comes down and is content the rest of the day. I don't have to put the darn gates up and down for the freaking dog who wants a lick of water and then back in the living room, every five minutes.