Thoughts

• It is some unknown holiday or something? We didn't get mail today.
  
• Why does it disturb me so much that we didn't get mail today? I can't stop haunting the mailbox.
• Weeding the garden + walking a lot + lifting weights = a very sore, whimpery R.
• I never knew that the words "Hey, mom. You did remember to bake something for my birthday party at school, right?" could strike so much fear in a grown woman's heart.
• Particularly when it's uttered at 9:30 PM on Sunday night.
• And I have no ingredients to bake anything.
• More supermarkets should be open at least until midnight.
• My kids are probably the only kids in the world who can tell the difference between homemade brownies and the box kind. Did I let that stop me? No.
• Ditto on the canned frosting.
• Staying up until 1 AM baking and frosting brownies while watching Sixteen Candles seems like a lot more fun than it really is.
• Jake Ryan is still yummy.
• Still no mail. Why?!
• Why does staying up late make me feel hungover? Am I that old? Don't answer that!
• The picture of that guy on J's blog makes me giggle.
  
• I need a nap.