And the "duh" continues to the next generation

Overheard at first time home buyers class:

"Do children count in 'number of people in the household'?"

Oh my, she must have already reproduced.

an epic tale begins...

Thirty-seven years ago today, a child entered the world in the wee hours of the morning, causing her mother much pain. Thanks, mom, for giving birth to me. You did all the work, all I had to do was show up.

plagued by spring

I have been slapped in the face with my first allergy attack of the season. I haven't had one this bad in about seven years. I keep offering preemptive apologies to my clients for any sneezing fits I may have during their session. Luckily, most of them find some humor in my sneezing teary eyed expressions. Can I put "humor stress reduction" as a therapeutic intervention in the progress notes? Thank goodness I can laugh at myself, too. It makes this attack much more tolerable.

Please vote for us

Please vote for us at Crate and Barrell's Ultimate Wedding contest. ("Love at first sight 18 years later? Indeed!")

Why? Well, because we're poor, we're in love and I have absolutely no ability to plan a wedding on my own. Plus, it's good karma for you! (Get your friends to vote, too, will you? Bonus karma points for that!) The finalists are strictly by vote.

Thanks, everyone.

Cheers
Melissa
http://www.ultimateweddingcontest.com/entries/39846

things that go bump in the night?

Apparently, my face... into a door. I have a nice little lump on my forehead to prove it. I had just said goodnight to my rabbit Sherman and shut the light. With eyes not yet adjusted to the darkness of my basement apartment, I could not spy the bedroom door not open enough to allow clear passage. Face meet door, door meet face. Not so nice to meet you! Luckily, spectacles survived the blow unscathed. My face, not so lucky. What is lucky? I can laugh at myself. Join me, won't you?