Can Someone Do It For Me?

I've reached rock bottom.

I am dead tired this morning, and going on three hours of sleep. I've inhaled so much coffee, that now mother nature is calling. In other words, I need to run to the ladies' room. The problem is...

I'm too tired to get up from my desk and walk in there.

Pathetic, I know.

Where's Your Pants?

I just saw the oddest thing.

I'm upstairs on the computer, while my boys play down at the neighbor's house. I glance out the window, only to see my 3-year-old running down the sidewalk...

...with no pants on.

WHAT?

Turns out, he'd gone to the potty down at the said-neighbor's, and needed me to...ahem...assist.

Assist, as in...help out with Mr. Charmin. Ok, I'm talking in code, and hope you get what I'm sayin.

Evidently, it didn't dawn on Hayden that you don't run down the sidewalk in your birthday suit. Sure enough, he ran inside, saying, "Mom, you'll be SO PROUD!"

Somehow those weren't the words that came to mind.

The Look

The look.

That glance we women sometimes get from our spouses. It could be the result of several different things. Usually involving some sort of frustration.

That's my husband, Greg, in the above photo, giving me "the look" when I told him to say cheese. We were at Disney. It was hot. Lines were long. Kids were fussy.

His look tells me he is...

Questioning why we were at Disney in June.

Or wondering how long he could listen to "It's A Small World After All" before boarding the boat.

That "look" can also be in a crowded department store when I tell him I'm going to try on "one more thing."

Or when I say I "forgot" to write in my debits, then hand him a purseful.

Or when he gets home with the groceries, only to find I didn't put milk on the list.

Oops.

The look doesn't happen all the time, just on occasion. I kind of like it.

Eel Anyone?

Thirsty?

A nice, tall glass of ice-cold lemonade is always great on a hot, summer day. Here's something I won't be endulging in anytime soon...

Surging Eel.

Yep. It's the new Japanese quench-thirster on the market. The fizzy, yellow-colored drink contains extracts from the head and bones of eel and five vitamins found in the fish.

Uh, no thanks.

Did You Know?

Something else I discovered about those self-scanning checkout lanes at the grocery store.

The automated voice tells you to enter your coins first, before feeding your dollar bills through the slot. But, that's not always convenient for me.

Feeling a little defiant, I did bills first, coins last yesterday. It felt good to break the rules a bit. And guess what?

Either way works.

What's Wrong With This Picture?

You may recall me posting a couple of weeks ago about our trip to North Carolina to see family. My Aunt Cindy lives there, along with my cousin, Ryan.

Ryan is the one who had the bottle opener on the bottom of his flip-flop. I'd never seen such a thing. I also had never seen an adult ride the kiddie merry-go-round, but he hopped on with my 3-year-old, Hayden.

Wouldn't he make a great dad?

Thanks, Ryan. Now the kids want me to ride the toy pony at the grocery store.

Brooks & Dunn on WFMS!

Brooks and Dunn fans, listen up!

Kix and Ronnie say they are getting up early tomorrow to call in to the morning show. Expect to hear them around 8:10 am.

They're a blast to chat with, and a fun way to spend your time on 465 driving to work!

Coffee Courtesy

Just when you think there aren't any nice people left in the world, something happens to restore your faith in humanity.

I made my daily trip to Starbucks this morning after the show. After ordering at the drive-thru speaker, I pulled up to the next window, only to be told...

"The car in front of you paid for your drink." It made my whole day.

Now it's my turn to do it for someone else.