It's hereditary

Jack (after removing his shirt at the dinner table): Why am I so sexy?

Me (shaking my head): I don't know where you came from.

Gracie: Well, when a man and a woman love each other very much...

Daniel: And they go to a party...

Gracie: And then they get drunk...



Oh my, I need to rethink things I say that I don't think my children will understand or remember.

Dress shopping

The scene: dress shopping with Sarah and Gracie. Sarah invites us into her dressing room to give feedback on the dress she is trying on.

Me: Uh, no. You are showing too many boobs.

Sarah: I only have two. How many am I supposed to show?

Gracie: Wait. That's all I have. Are you supposed to have more than two? I think I'm broken.

Google is stalking me

I've been working on my blog for the first time in awhile. I scrolled down and noticed that in the spot where I used to have a page hit counter, it said "serotonin reuptake inhibitor." What the heck? Is Blogspot snooping in my medicine cabinet?

I have a new counter now. Full disclosure, I started the count at 9253, which is a legitimate number according to my Blogspot stats... even if my mom and I account for 9000 of those.

Ummm....

Jack wants to know my favorite thing with electricity... Do batteries count?