I won a tournament last night to end my streak of bad luck. Worked out well for me.

Not much else new around our place. This weekend marks the last weekend before Erin and William jet off to Alberta to visit family, leaving me facing a steady diet of frozen pizza and hotdogs (ok, maybe not just those two things, but you can bet that I will ingest at least some of each.)

Speaking of pizza…A couple of weeks ago, I was washing dishes with William, and I started singing “Aiken Drum” to him when I washed a ladle. He picked up on it, and really liked the song, so he starts singing it every now and then, prompting me to help him along with a new verse. So far Aiken Drum’s ears are sea shells, his shoes are cream cheese, his eyes are pizzas, his hair is spaghetti, his nose is boogers, his coat is roast beef, his elbows are macaroni, his fingers are french fries, and probably a dozen or so other variations that I can’t remember. William likes to fall back on cream cheese for most things (though he’s started using spaghetti as his default lately.) The way he says “Aiken Drum” is pretty cute.

Simpson’s quote of the day: “And I’ll still kiss your butt and call it ice cream!” ~ Homer