Today (and this is true!):

 So yesterday on NPR’s page they asked people if they had a favorite child. I wrote, “I do not have a favorite child. That would be wrong. I do, however, have a least favorite.” Got an email from a producer there. I’m going to be on NPR’s “Tell Me More.” Tomorrow, I think. I hope they knew I was kidding…

 It might just be a recorded sound bite, but if I do get a chance to explain myself i’m going to say, “but we treat them ALL like they are our least favorite”

Moving on, This morning:

It was Peyton. Again.


Last week: 

Inappropriate thoughts are way better when cross-stitched onto a cute pillow. I’m just saying. 

I’m actually working on a pillow for Abby’s room that says, “it sure is nice being a gangsta” ( and by “working”  I mean “I can see it in my head”)


You know what else you miss by not being friends with me on Facebook (not like I want to be your friend, anyways, psha….she storms out angrily)? You miss seeing my daily banter with Melissa. She also posts instructions on how to properly place suppositories (am I the only one that thinks that suppositories should have been named analgesics? And that Asperger’s should have ANY OTHER NAME?) and doesn’t call me a whore. Not in our public stuff, anyways. Also, you’d be friends with my friends and would have just learned that a certian someone has already put up her freaking Christmas tree…the same one that I’m pretty sure didn’t get taken down until June. The Spirit of Christmas is strong with that one. 


I’m putting up bats for Halloween that I probably won’t take down until Easter. 


That is all.