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I've got nothing today, folks. Really. It's so pretty outside that I just want to run out and jump rope or something. It's actually warm and I'm wearing a t-shirt. It's in the low 70s and I could die I'm so happy.

I'm also obsessing about the upcoming episode of Lost, so my brain? Barely puttering along. All I can think about are theories, speculations and spoilers. I'm in a sad, sad state. Wednesday night's set my heart aflutter with Lost and Alias coming on back to back. We schedule our nights around those shows. Yes, we're pathetic. Why do you ask?

Also, I can't stop staring at my ass whenever I walk past a mirror. All of that walking has given me a fantastically bodacious badunkadunk. I'm in awe of my own ass, people. Now to work on the thighs some more...

The Boy announced that he needed a project for his school's science fair. He then added that said project was not to be a robot. He was mightily unhappy about this. He's obsessed with robots. I grabbed a crapload of books on science projects that we shall peruse later in hopes that he will find something almost as cool as a robot to bring in. This is my thing. I love science and I think I'm more excited about helping him with the project than he is about it. I'm hoping to find something to do with chemistry. Did I mention that I wanted to be a mad scientist when I was little? And that, also when I was little, when I asked for an Easy Bake Oven, I instead got a chemistry set and a microscope? That by the time I was 10, I had 3 chemistry sets and could make a diluted form of hydrochloric acid? Parents, just buy the Easy Bake Oven. Trust me.