Forget “long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.” It’s impossible to share a good kiss with your husband when your nose is completely stuffed. smooch gasp smack gasp

As much fun as it is to say “I’m blogging that,” it is more fun to hold back on something totally bloggable. “Shall I go blog you-know-what?” I am soooo evil.

Where is our snow?!?

Weekends. The time when most bloggers are too busy to blog while I desperately look for something interesting to read so I can hide from laundry. There should be a webring just for weekend bloggers.

We need milk. 

I think that I might wear my jammies inside out tonight. Everybody do a snow dance!

“Do you know who is on the stage Sarah?” “That’s Gorillaz. B’s brother likes them.” “No, I mean the woman in the, umm, leotard.” “Nope.” “That’s Madonna.” “Madonna who?”

When the weather man mentions even the possibility of snow, the children wear their jammies inside out and nobody sleeps. “Is it snowing yet?” “No! Please quit asking and go to sleep now Cathy.”

Socks should have snaps so they stay together when not being worn.

Handkerchiefs – utilitarian or yuck?