Thoughts that don’t warrant an entire blog post, yet my life would be incomplete if I did not tell you about them:

1. I think there ought to be a rule about flip-flops. Granted, they’re easy to toss on and, say, grab your newspaper. But ladies (and men, too,) I really think there ought to be a limit about how warm it needs to be before I see your nasty winter feet. Let’s arbitrarily call that lower limit 45 degrees. Scratch that. Fifty. I don’t want to see your gnarly feel until it’s 50 degrees out, and not raining. And after you’ve tamed the talons, k? That goes double for you men. Unless you are attempting to win something in the Guiness Book of World Records for gnarliest toes. In that case, have at it. Also, if you are pregnant or for some other reason unable to wear sensible shoes, you get a pass. But only barely.

2. I’ve decided to call my extra flesh my “mud flap.” I find this hilarious and often catch m’self giggling about it. Yet, it’s still not worth keeping it.

3. Noise has decided that he no longer wants a Pirate Party for his birthday (in June.) He now wants a Mr. Roboto party. How am I going to pull that off?

4. We’re going to this. I love L&L, but I’ve found lately that the choices I am giving the kids consist largely of, “do you want to go to bed now,  or in five minutes upon which I will have jabbed my eyes out with a sharp pointy stick?” Obviously I need a refresher.

5. OMFG! That is just beyond bizarre. And I thought it took my three year old a long time to pinch one off.

6. I don’t like my new haircut. But since it takes the dude so long to cut it, I think I’m just going to let it grow out again until it’s time to cut it. Oy. I hate a bad haircut.

7. My neighbors, who retired to their home in 1968, are moving in two weeks to an assisted living facility. I was unusually sad about it. I don’t know why– I even cried when Hubs told me. Maybe because Noise loves to visit them. Maybe because every single time they saw us they would tell us we could hide in their basement if there was ever a tornado.  I know that it was time. After all, they are 152 years old, and they just couldn’t take care of themselves anymore without some help. But still. Sad. Also, if you’d like a house for cheap…

8. Speaking of which, we got some new neighbors across the street. In the time since they moved in, they have had to rewire 1/2 the house, have extensive plumbing work done, $1000 worth of work on the furnace in 12 degree weather, and now need to replace nearly every floor in their house. I feel almost lucky that the worst we went through was when our house caught on fire the day we moved in.

9.  Sometimes I think I should get a job where my talents are actually utilized and there’s a chance for more money or a promotion. But then I think to myself, “you know, I’m pretty okay with no one ever caring what I’m doing, coming and going as I please most of the time, and doing the minimum expected of me so I don’t get thwacked for “acting above my station.” It’s actually a pretty sweet gig if you can get over the mind-numbingness of it.

10. I don’t have a tenth thing. Actually, I dis. It was about culturally inappropriate Afros. But I’m pretty sure it’s completely wrong of me to think about, much less blog about. Especially without the visual aid of the young man I saw today. Yowza.