This left hand

of mine... is very, very bad.
Just today, it has been responsible for opening the refrigerator at least 12, maybe 15 times to grab a mouthful taste of land-o-lakes version of reddi whip. in the words of brady (who got this expression from "i do not know where"), "what tha!?!"

Maybe it can be redeemed by the fact that TODAY it has also wiped my dear 19-month-old's stinky bottom about 5 times, driven my eager 5 year old to kindergaten and back, applied shoe after shoe to foot after foot, built blocks, thrown balls with the sweetest 3 1/2 year old ever, emailed friends and family whom I would have otherwise not been in touch with, prepared a divine supper of spaghetti and garlic bread for my favorite 30 year old, and will soon flip through dvr for appx. 2 hours before it holds my head in it's favorite position as I drift into lah-lah land.

It is forgiven. After all, I can't be mad at it, when in fact, it will be the vehicle of the divine whipped goodness in a few minutes tomorrow when I just HAVE to have another taste. Oh, and let's forget about the 5 oreos that it placed in my mouth last night (today too) around 1:30 am when I decided I wasn't up for popcorn.