Ahhhh!

So, so much has been going on in my life lately that I can’t possibly fill you in on it all. Why? Because that damn IRL stuff has been sadly overwhelming my online life. (“Stupid IRL”, she says in her best Homer Simpson voice)

For shorts, you can read this. It’ll give you an idea of the really, really big life and death (for real) issues that I’m talking about.

Then, just for the hell of it, read this, too. Just ’cause I think it was kinda funny and thought-provoking. (If I do say so myself. And I do!)

And now, for some funny in a sad, maybe-I-should-actually-be-mad way stuff:

So. I am living with my sister and her family in Toronto. Why? Read the first link above, doofus. My Mom is in the last stages of her fight against cancer and I’m here to help, okay? And after nearly four weeks here alone, my daughters came out to join me. So all three of us are living with my sister and her family. Which means there are four cousins, all under the age of ten, living together in one (rather smallish, but beautiful nonetheless) house. And because three of them are girls, and they’re young, and stupid unsupervised; they decided yesterday to give themselves (and the neighbour kid, thankyouverymuch) homemade “marker tattoos”.

Yes, marker tatoos.

With what they insisted were washable markers, but actually proved to be washable only in the fantasy-world created by Girl 1’s imagination. *sigh* It started with a sun-and-cloud motif on my niece’s face. Then I noticed the “necklaces” around the younger girls’ throats. Then they told me about the “butt tattoo” they gave the neighbour girl (still waiting for the police to show up on that score).

And if that’s not enough to laugh/cry about, there was the sudden profuse sprouting of body hair in the two six-year olds. Some very suspicious brown squiggles were discovered in some very small, hitherto hairless armpits. Which I have to admit I found secretly hilarious and ingenious. You go, little feminist hairy-pit girls! Burn your BabyBratz bras next, will you?

The thing is, as we discovered at bathtime tonight, the premature body-hair growth didn’t stop at their armpits.

And that, my friends, is all I’m going to say about that.