Ok, so it's March 30....

...and I have to post, just because...

Why...

...am I STILL being subjected to football games when every bowl game known to mankind has been played? When do I get a reprieve from this??

As if real life weren't bad enough...

...now blogger is doing forced conversions. Doesn't this violate some fundamental freedoms? I'm just sayin'.

Same S#!%, New Year

The 13 year old Limelette was storming around having a temper tantrum. Daddy read her the riot act and sent her to bed. He proceeded to rant and rave at everyone else who was behaving decently. I asked what his problem was. He said he was tired of 13 year olds acting like 3 year olds. I said, 'So you take that out on the rest of us?' He snarled, 'Yes.' I wondered aloud if it was considered less tiresome for a 43 year old to act like a 3 year old. He was not amused.

Just in Case...

Just in case neither of us has anything to post that would actually demonstrate the questionable sanity of either of us or our families I will make this post. You know how we feel about sidebars that are lacking. It could just be what pushes one of us over the edge and leads to untold suffering in the Northeast USA. You really wouldn't want that on your heads would you? Everyone owes Susie a debt of gratitude for reminding us.

It has come to my attention...

that neither of us has posted for November. It would bother me to look in the sidebar and not have this month appear in the archives. Poor neglected November would goof up the neatness of the archiving. I just can't have that. My desk can look like a perpetual avalanche threat but my sidebar has to be neat.

Howzat??

Before dinner...

Limelette #1: Mom, you need a haircut. You look like some wild, drugged-out hippy with that mop of hair.

Me: Deal with it.

#1: Why are you making chili for dinner? You know how much I hate that!

Me: Feel free to plan the menu, shop, and cook if you are not satisfied by my efforts.

#1: Mom, turn off that horrible salsa music and for heavens sake STOP dancing around the kitchen. Mothers should not shake their butts like that.

Me: (turning up the volume and dancing with more vigor)

After dinner......

#1: Mom, I can't believe you'd go out in public like that. Would you please put on something that looks like it is not from 30 years ago.

Me: You have a problem with dashikis? Why don't you go change your shirt before we leave, kiddo. You got chili on it.

#1: WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS CRITICIZING ME??????