gonorrhea, no? I remember because I spent a long time yesterday looking at the headline going "WTF?"Cash is right...it's the other STD that's hard to spell. Still, ick.

Wow was that in the wrong place. Too many windows open at once.

When Christopher turns 25, I still intend to pop him one, right in the nose. By the time he's 25, I'll be 58. He won't be a child or nearly so. And no jury of my true peers would convict me, anyhow.

Now he just disappears inside the house. He's the stealth bombs of babies. I swear Ben and I have PPSD from the Great Escape of '03. Oh, and Monday...I didn't tell you about Monday. Mum brings Julia to her ballet lessons, and then takes the boys out for ice cream, on Mondays. When the came home, the boys brought the barrels up (trash day), but Julia and Mum came right in.

My mother went to leave and said, "Where's Christopher?"

Julia said, "He didn't come in. He DIDN'T COME IN!"

Ben was just coming up the outside steps, and he looked outside, and then came in. Julia ran outside, screaming his name. Now, we'd all been in the kitchen, or on the side of the yard where the kitchen door is, which is the direct route to both the driveway and street. Julia was in a panic. My mother was trying not to panic. Ben was just revving up to panic, and I went numb. I told Benjamin to look inside, while I looked outside. My mother and Julia were already out to the sidewalk, I think. Julia was nearly hysterical calling Christopher's name. I had just started to holler for him, when I heard Ben yell from inside that he'd found Chris in the den (other side of the house).

This means Chris walked right past all four of us. All the other outside doors were locked, so he couldn't have gotten in another way. I had a headache, and was shaking and crying. I really wasn't worried when it first started, but Julia was so very worried, that it revved me up.

Not unless they also intended to accuse you of having the fashion sense of a jackdaw.

Hey! I resemble that.

Oh, Owen, no scaring the parents. Oh Cash...

Also, whatever you do, don’t ask Auntie Cindy’s son about door locks.

I am sorry Christopher gave you a fright, Cindy. Again.

Kids are scary. t KrazyGlues knees together

Ha! My Kinsey number is 0.2! And that's only because I think Miranda Otto is sexy, though to be honest I've never fantasized about her. That's a badly designed quiz. And there wasn't one question about fantasizing about the opposite sex getting it on with each other.

Heh. I scored a 1.8. But, yes, very poorly designed.

Cindy, you need to plant a GPS tracker on that kid.

Lojack. IJS.

Definitly a lowjack.

Is anyone else having problems with Gmail?