So Hec's umbrella farm was nifty, this is my favorite place at my work, the pool room [link]

And coworker's adoreable poodle, Dorian Grey, [link]

I'm amazed that OxyClean works. The guy who shills it is such a snake oil salesman.

Billy Mays of the Hair That Doesn't Move! (That's what Nate and Abby call him.)

And there's a guy who trumps ol' Billy in the scary snake oil salesman category-- he's this frenetic twerp who shills this rag called a "Sham-Wow."

homonyms?

yes but there's more to the term to describe the fact that they are pronounced differently and have different meanings like anto-something-homonyms.

he's this frenetic twerp who shills this rag called a "Sham-Wow."

Oh, I've seen him. He looks like he's in a mall somewhere, with his headset and his shadiness.

I found homograph but I thought there was a two-word term.

Missing Emily and Her Brains.

My brains were really very boring while I was in California, you realize. Heck, they're pretty boring now.

He looks like he's in a mall somewhere, with his headset and his shadiness.

Oh, I absolutely agree, but... don't you kind of want one anyway? I haven't been this tempted since the Magic Bullet (miniblender, not minivibrator).

Matilda and I had a Night last night. I was so sad to forgo the company of all these cool localistas (with bonus Laura Shapiro, even!), but her snuffy nose boded ill for the evening, and I was under the delusion that we'd have a quiet happy night puttering around and getting ready for bed.

Bah.

We were in the bathroom getting ready for tubtime--hot water, bath toys, lots of bubbles--when Hec made the mistake of locking the door. As soon as she heard the lock go snick, she was off in a storm of ireful tears and No tubtime!

After a few minutes of coaxing and begging I said, "Fine," and turned off the water.

Matilda stopped crying, looked astounded, and said, "Mommy tubtime?"

"Will you do tubtime with me?" I asked.

"No!" she said indignantly.

"Well, I'm not doing tubtime alone."

She looked at me like I was clearly either insane or mentally deficient, gestured at the tub, and said, "Bubbles!" Seriously, Mom, how can you pass up a tub full of this? Good God, woman, you must be mad!

Many hours (and nowhere near enough sleep) later, I'm still cracking up at her certainty that obviously Mommy was going to take a bath alone, and the only possible reason Mommy could have for refusing was that she'd somehow failed to notice that the tub was full of bubbles.

There were also more tears and a time out, but they weren't so funny, so let us never speak of them again.

My friend loves her bullet blender. Particularly because she's on a diet right now and making lots of fresh stuff in it is very handy.

I'm still cracking up at her certainty that obviously Mommy was going to take a bath alone, and the only possible reason Mommy could have for refusing was that she'd somehow failed to notice that the tub was full of bubbles.

Adults! We miss the most obvious things!