I had those ridiculous moles removed from my back yesterday. I hurt, I itch, I cannot scratch; therefore, it sucks.

While sitting on the edge of the bed last night, my son (2 yrs) looked over and saw all the bandages on my back. He said, "Mommy?? Boo-boo??" - to which I replied that yes, I had some boo-boo's. He put his little head on my shoulder and said, "It's 'kay, Mommy."

Melted my heart!

We also went to see Beau Soleil avec Michael Doucet and Buckwheat Zydeco last night at the Denver Botanic Gardens. Because I felt like total shit, I failed to bring my camera. Had I remembered, I could have documented the stinkiest, strangest looking pirate guy ever. Complete with crazy get-up and everything. The music was awesome! Everyone was up and dancing. It was a fun time -- with some proceeds going to the rebuilding of the New Orleans Botanic Gardens. For a great cause, too!!

And in completely unrelated news: I went to the grocery store this afternoon, and while walking back to my car, I stepped on someone's used pregnancy test. YUCK. Just throw your pee-stick away!! Good thing it was negative, as you are obviously a freaking idiot and shouldn't be making babies anyway.

Say it with me: LEGS. CLOSED.