Glowing, Howling, Kissing, Candy

There is always a light bulb burning out in my house. Every day it seems. Does anyone else have this problem? The question is not How many Jennys does it take to change a light bulb?, but How many effing light bulbs does Jenny have to change?! And have you ever noticed that ceiling light fixtures look like boobs? Glowing boobs dangling down from the ceiling. Lovely. As for actual loveliness, I surprised Stella at her school for lunch this week. She looked up, smiling, and said, "I had a feeling you would be here today!" That's my intuitive little wild thing. I had her and Rosie howling at the full moon this week. We were driving home from the Y, howling all the way. I told them I was a wolf; Stella couldn't decide whether she was a bat or a cat. I said, "As long as you're wild!" Rosie gets this growly voice and says, "Where the wiiild things are..." Adorable. Anyway, I went to see Stella in her cafeteria with three intentions: 1) To see my girl, 2) To chat with her teacher, and 3) To check out the boy who asked to kiss Stella last week. Can you believe this? Well, yes, but my baby! He asked if he could kiss her, and she said, "No, but we can hug." So they hugged, and he turned to another boy and said, "Watch, I'm going to marry Stella." She told me she might want to marry him too. So, in the cafeteria, I asked her to point out her future mate. He is a cutie. Of course, all kindergartners are cuties, but there he was, missing his front teeth, sporting an orange polo shirt and blue fleece, and the kicker: high-top Converse All*Stars. I gave him a knowing smile. Meanwhile, the red-headed boy next to Stella was grossing us out with his slimy eyeball candy. And by grossing us out, I mean making me and the 5-year-old girls around giggle with glee. Speaking of Halloween, let me post some pictures of my creatures...