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     It used to be that I could tell people my
VCR was flashing “12:00” and they would immediately understand me to say, “I’m
a technologically impaired, lower-functioning member of the species.  Please have mercy on my oh-so-twentieth-century
soul.” 

     I’m still that person, but I wasn’t sure
about how to convey that nowadays, since most DVR box thingies don’t even show
the time.  If they did, I’m sure mine
would still be flashing “12:00”.  But for
lack of anything better, I used that same old line about the VCR flashing
“12:00” and realized that now it has even more impact, as my acquaintance
gasped, “My God, you still have a VCR?”

Being, I thought, a person of relatively sound mind, I figured I could integrate two new puppies into our lives and still work, take classes, and manage the family.  Hmmmm………….I guess the term ‘relatively’ is, well, relative.

May all your dreams come true……….right after you do your chores.

A bird in the hand is worth not so much as a golden goose on the table, but you can’t count the eggs before the chicken crosses the road, or you might end up with a really mad wet hen. 

There are signs that our van is getting old.  Really old.  The paint is peeling off the outside.  The upholstery is peeling off the inside.  In a crate next to the driver’s seat, I carry essential supplies – motor oil, water for the radiator, and my cassette tapes from college.  Ok, so the cassette tapes aren’t essential, but I think it’s significant that the van is the only place where I can listen to them anymore.  When the little electronic key fob thingy disintegrated, I said to my husband, “Ok, I have read the signs, and the signs say it’s time for a new car.”  He thought about it for a minute, and then said, “Nope, it’s time for a new key fob.”

Postscript:  Shortly after I wrote this, the van’s radiator exploded.  Now that’s a sign!

You know it’s been a long day when the question “Will that be credit or debit?” is too difficult to answer.

I think government agencies interested in lowering the reproductive rate may be secretly involved in the bath decor industry.  Think about it.  Why is it toothbrush holders are made with space for 4, and only 4, toothbrushes?  That’s enough for you, your spouse/significant other, and two children.  What about larger families?  Does the bath decor business have no concern for us?  Are we not a viable marketing target?  Do they just assume that with more than 2 kids, we don’t care if we have coordinated bath accessories? 

My theory:  it could be part of a plan to induce population control. 

If procrastination pays off now, then what am I waiting for?