Why is it that my little boy can successfully ignore me for hours on end, but the absolute minute I sit down at the desk he is crawling all over me like a leech? 

"Momma, I know you think you want a few minutes to yourself to do very important things like e-mail and blog, but you really don't.  I know you'd rather have a very cute child use you as his own personal jungle gym because that is way more fun.  What do you mean it hurts? I only weigh 35 pounds.  My kick-boxing coach says I pack quite a punch for a little guy, but I thought he was just being nice.  By the way, I'm about to start whining for fruit snacks for the next three hours, are you ready? Oh, and don't forget to use fabric softener on my sheets that are in the washer.  After I pee on them and you change them I like for them to be April Fresh. Peace."

Then there's my dog. Here is what he had to say yesterday.

"Momma, I know Dad just steam cleaned the carpets yesterday, but I am really hungry and I don't want to eat my dog food that has been sitting in my bowl for the last four hours, so I am going to steal this bag of goldfish crackers instead.  Wow, these are good.  I am going to eat them all.  I am going to eat so many of these so fast that I am going to barf them up all over the newly-cleaned carpet.  When I am done I am going to sit there and stare at it until one of you cleans it up.  Isn't it funny how all those goldfish are just swimming around in that pile of disgustingness. Look! They are all still whole and everything.  I am a talented dog.  I am going to go shed a thousand pounds of dog hair on your hardwood floors now. Word."

In case you are wondering I was not the one that got to clean up the cheddar fish puke.  As far as vomit goes, Hub is much better at dealing with that.  

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I am going to COMPLETELY change the topic from something nasty to something delicious.  One of my favorite dishes is Chicken Florentine from Maggianos (I am going there tonight, by the way. Yessss!)

Anyway...it's this delicious concoction of lightly fried chicken breast atop a sinfully creamy, cheesy spinach mixture of perfection.  For the past year or so I have been dabbling with a personal creation of my very own that will closely resemble my beloved Chicken Florentine.  Last night, success. It was divine.  It didn't taste exactly like Maggiano's by any means, but it was GOOD and more importantly way better for you than their version which I can only imagine how much heavy cream is in their spinach whereas mine has NONE.

See for yourself:

Make it! Make it tonight!