Mush

My brain is feeling a bit on the mushy side today. Lots of random thoughts. Lots of forgetfulness. Here's a little sampling of what has been going on up there today:

• I think baby product manufacturers got together and decided that they should make parents feel more unprepared and incompetent by making their products ridiculously difficult to assemble.
• Why do people build really big, fancy homes on the side of a major highway? If you have that much money, can't you afford a lot with less noise?
• I'm concentrating really hard on my walking abilities these days, as I'm afraid that I have officially begun to waddle. The excessive windows in our new building allow me ample reflection space for analyzing my success at non-waddling. So far: fail.
• Why are things so much cuter when monogrammed?
• Will So You Think You Can Dance have a new season this summer?
• Who invented the Bic Wite-Out Exact Liner? I want to hug them.
• Why did they find it necessary to spell Wite-Out like that? What's wrong with the good old-fashioned "White?"
• Did I ever tell you about the lady who came to the optometry school clinic because she put White-Out in her eyes? They were red. Well, of course! What else do you do for red eyes!?! (No, I am not making that up).
• We're going to John Mayer this weekend. Nothing like bobbing up and down to "Your Body is a Wonderland" when carrying an extra XX pounds on the front of my body. Sexy.
• I'm making chicken parmesan for dinner tonight. Feeling pretty excited about it.
• Last night I ate half of a pineapple by myself. It made my tongue hurt, but I didn't care. The other half better watch out.

The End.