I have a date tonight. She has copper-read hair, the cutest cheeks and a heart the size of a mountain.

Her name is Littlest and she’s 7.

She’ll be accompanying me to a play in Ottawa that my stepmom is putting on. Said Stepmom has done us the honour of driving out for our stage performances in the past, so I figure the least I can do is try and be at this one. Unfortunately Pinky is unable to go and Eldest has plans with a friend, so it’ll be just me and Littlest. And frankly, that’s pretty cool.

In other odd developments, the kids’ mother has been acting strangely lately. In other words, she’s been nice. I don’t know what’s going on.

Well, actually I do. She got a job. When she got said job, I think she reached one of her “peaks,” as opposed to the plethora of valleys she’s been in this year, and now suddenly everything around her is wonderful. She’s been sending me informative emails, including one that said she wanted to apologize to me for “sending some harsh emails lately.”

There’s an understatement for you.

Anyway, I figure it’s a matter of time before she’s mad at me again, so I’m not biting. I’m just going to continue to interact with her in an impartial, objective way, keeping things very non-personal. I didn’t know what to say to the apology, frankly, and Pinky advised that she probably just wanted to get it off her chest and would probably actually prefer *not* to get a response.

In other news, Pinky blew up the bathroom last Friday night. We had just finished dinner, and after a lot of busy nights these past few weeks, we wanted to just hang out together, take a bath and watch some taped shows. Vaguely aware of Pinky extracting the “One second plumber” contraption from its package in the kitchen, I started drawing the bath and, luckily, took a second to care of some stuff in the office, when I heard a “blam” from the bathroom. I ran to the door and, flabbergasted, stared in disbelief at black sludge all over the sink, all over the floor, the walls -- the CEILING! I didn’t know what to say. The pressure of that contraption in the the kitchen sink had blown 80 years of sludge out of our drains and into the bathroom. Nice! And then both sinks were good and blocked, to boot.

We spent the rest of the night cleaning up. Stay away from “One second plumber!” :-)

Anyway, I’m off to my date now. There’s other stuff to catch up on here, but I’ll have to get to that next week.

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