A shameless ploy for comments *UPDATED*

I hear that it is delurking week in blogland, so it says over at emmakirst's. I googled it, but all I could see was delurking stuff from November.

But I don't care. I still want to see some comments. Especially from whoever is coming from the U of A. I certainly don't mind that you're stopping by, but seriously...say hiya, would you not?

** UPDATE:I guess it really is national de-lurking week. Now I'm seeing it everywhere. As I trolled sites, lurking myself as I often do, I came across this site. In case you don't link, she is following another blogger's idea of donating a dollar for every comment. And I thought surely I can do this. Honestly, I can donate 20 (I'm aiming high! haha) or so dollars of my Stampin' Up money to a worthy charity can I not? So I thought about it, and I looked at the websites of a few Edmonton based organizations and I thought that KIDS KOTTAGE was a great one for a mom blog such as myself to do. You can read their mission statement if you click on that link, but essentially they are a refuge for children in crisis at home. When I was a Brownie leader we did a service project with them and they are certainly a fantastic group. So once again, comment, comment, comment! **

In other news, Taylor and Liam went back to school today. YAY! Not that I don't love and adore my children (most of the time) but it was so quiet with just the little ones and me. Except for when Sophie screamed of course. And when Saoirse had a wee fit because I wouldn't put her on the kitchen counter. And why wouldn't I? I have no idea really, she almost always sits at the counter when we are in the kitchen, she likes to 'help' with the dishes, or just sit and chat or listen to her Little People CDs or Curious George. I think I was just distracted. Anyway, minor upset and then she was over it.

And my new leather sofa arrived today! YAY! Except that there were no legs with it. And the legs made that baby. And except that I have already put a small mark on it.

Okay two small marks.

And they aren't very small.

They are sort of like tears, but not tears. You know what I mean? Almost like a scratch.

My bad.

That's what happens when the store only gives you an hours notice. And really, had they given me proper notice William and I would have thrown the old couch in the garage last night. But no, William came up at 10 to 8 this morning and said "That was the Br!ck. They'll be here between 9 and 11." And I said "WHAT!!! And you said YES??" My house was its usual mess. But I pulled it off. It's amazing what you can get done in an hour when you have to. I should order furniture more often. So anyway, I scratched the couch when I was moving the old one from the kitchen (where I had out it for them to get the new one in) to the unusable part of the livingroom/front hallway area. But I don't think my lot are the type to notice. It's my mum I have to worry about. It'll be the first thing she sees.

I'm off because my baby is asleep and I have rediscovered the joys of reading. But don't forget to comment. I'm serious.