I give it 2 years, and then everyone will be calling it the teens no matter what Wikipedia says.

Makes sense. For now, I think we should call this period the "pre-teens". Or "tweens."

ION, I need to note that Angry Birds fills me with seething frustration. There was some dude on the radio talking about the merits of video gaming, and one of the things he mentioned was that it was actually useful to repeatedly (and repeatedly and repeatedly) try and fail at the same task over and over.

Not if you are me.

I never was any good with games.

Lee, I sent you a text.

To the 650 number? I didn't get one.

Oh, beets are bad. Bad beets.

In ten years, are we going to be the equivelent of flappers? Or is there only one roaring twenties?

And car barf!

Ugh and ugh again. It's so hard to clean up car barf and to eliminate the lingering ick.

I visited with a friend yesterday who suddenly jumped up with an "Oh!" and grabbed a new bottle of Nature's Miracle out of the cupboard. It seems that ages ago I gave her a bottle after a young friend barfed in her now ex-husband's car. I could tell the ex was throwing a fit that made EVERYone cringe and all I could think was, jeez Dude, the kid is like 6, could you just calm down? Apparently, the NM did the trick, odor-wise and the effort appeased the beast.

Thankfully, he is out of the picture now...and I have an unexpected bottle of my favorite cleaner.

In ten years, are we going to be the equivelent of flappers? Or is there only one roaring twenties?

Well, in the 20th century we did have a "gay '90s," but it was different than the century before.

You know, the terminology befuddles me here. The vagina is the canal, and surely women aren't gluing/otherwise affixing bling to the INSIDE of their birth canal. Surely the term should be "vulvajazzling."

You can blame the Vagina Monologues for that, Steph.

I am so full of burger, I skimmed most of the rest due to mentions of barf. Sorry, people.

Speaking of onerous tasks, (like cleaning up beet barf...which really should be a band named) my most onerous task, left over from 2010, is nearly complete.

Does anyone have a moment to proof/edit a letter for me? It's to a neighbor/attorney I am asking for help with the hospital issue. (389 words) I'm fairly happy with it, but the dyslexia demons are vexing me and I'd really, really like it to be clean before I submit a request for help.

Much obliged for any assistance!

sara, just the thought of me being on tape has done the trick. wow. I do not want to be that person. and, you've made me cry, so when we see each other next you get double cheek pinching.

Lee, yep to the 650, I sent again.

Well, if it is a thought that helps you to step away from the heat of the moment and re-aim your reactions into something more helpful, great, but I didn't mean to make you cry! ACK!