Welp.

Ripped a hole in my favorite shorts. And by "favorite," I mean "the only pair that fit me properly." Guess I need to go on a diet.

I am pretty sure the wasp in the window is dead. It's kind of scrunched in the bottom left corner of the window and it hasn't moved since Saturday. I wanted to double-check. Ben yelled at me. What if it isn't dead? he asked. This, coming from the guy that didn't want me to trap and kill it in the first place. But I am confident that it is dead.

We went to visit Ben's sister and her... I don't know, partner - yeah, that's it... yesterday. They bought a house a few months ago and we finally went to see it. It's a cute house. I am jealous of their kitchen, and of their ability to do laundry without having to haul it halfway across town.

And now, a snippet of conversation from yesterday:

Me: Ally, did you poop?
Allyson: No, Mommy. How about you?

Guess I had it coming.