Cadbury eggs and liver, the manny, the ants, and you can't just cut a hole in your ceiling any old where

Cadbury creme eggs are like liver:
Nick bought me some Cadbury eggs, even though he never misses an opportunity to exclaim how shocked he is that I can eat them, disgustingly sugary as they are.

And then the other night, as he was prowling about the kitchen for something sweet, he picked up one of the eggs, peeled off the wrapper, said something about liver, and took a chomp. Basically he was comparing it to when he was a kid and his mom would make liver and onions, and it would smell good and he'd forget he hated it and then he'd take a bite and be all grossed out.

Which made me all, "If it's such a disgusting experience, then stop fucking eating my Cadbury eggs."

The manny:
After frantic posting on message boards, answering emails, calling people, and generally fretting myself into a childcare frenzy, I believe we have Jordan sorted out. We are going to have a manny!

My friend Kaysha has a friend who babysat for her daughter several days a week until she started preschool. She called him her manny. And it looks like he's going to be Jordan's very soon.

Very excited! And relieved!

The ants are gone:
And we are delighted. Terro rocks. That is all.

The surprise! construction! update:
Jordan is temporarily sleeping in the TV room, just until we can get the back room cleared - which we can't do while he's sleeping, because you have to walk through the TV room. I think he got a kick out of having his crib in there. He and Doggy were just fine.

As it is our only TV, this situation prevents Nick from sitting slack-jawed on the couch watching Archer. This is also fine. With me.

Nick gets annoyed when I say that. He's all, "You don't call it slack-jawed when you're watching Big Love or Mad Men. Well, yeah. Because that's different.

(Millionaire Matchmaker, however, definitely slack-jawed viewing. I admit it.)

We have exploratory holes in the ceilings, my mother's sink (which was in the bedroom rather than the bathroom - sort of convenient and sort of odd) is gone, and we have a 37" plywood circle affixed to the ceiling of the dining room, delicately placed right between the now-visible beams, which unfortunately means it encroaches on the molding.

Beams, in case you do not know, are important for making sure your house stays up and such. Molding, pretty as it is, is just decorative.

In other words: you can't just stick an elevator anywhere you might want to.

Since the house is all cattywhompus, and some walls lean one way and some they other, they have to make sure to line the holes up right top to bottom. One most definitely can't just measure out from the wall. We'll see where things wind up.

And this weekend we tackle the dread back room.