I learn something new all the time.
Usually from my kids.
The other day I finally found out how babies are made.
Ten year old Dave informed me: it was because I held his daddy's right hand.
I've switched to holding Rusty's left hand, in case you were wondering.
Apparently it matters.
Just letting you know.
I guess the Christmas season is in full swing now.
Our tree is up and decorated.
It only took us 3 days to finish. It's rocket science. Everything here is rocket science.
There are too many projects to get done.
I am trying not to get anxious and psycho. We'll have to wait and see how that turns out.
The stack on my desk grows larger with each passing minute.
I can't find what I did with my pokey doo-dads I need for a project.
I don't know what's for dinner -- Thanksgiving leftovers are gone.
I just thought of something....