Have I mentioned lately how much I love javachick? Because you know she is not blowing smoke on that, either.

Thanks, all. I'm just exhausted, and people who think we're doing all this for the attention, or that we aren't doing enough are always in my inbox.

Now tell me why evolution decided that standing in front of the fridge with the door open without being able to make a decision was a desirable trait for mankind. My 2 year flings herself against the door every afternoon, begging me to open it and then just stands and stares into the chilly void. (As we all do, don't deny it.)

It's a big, cold, magic box. If you stare into it long enough the mysteries of the universe will be revealed. Or, at least, something yummy will present itself.

As we all do, don't deny it.

You evidently have things in your fridge. This is not a problem for me.

No, I do it even when I know there's nothing in there. Because I'm always sure something's hiding that I've forgotten about.

I'm sure there's some asspull evo-psych reason for it all.

As we all do, don't deny it.

I even do it on days when I know every single item in it, how they might possibly combine, and that I want absolutely none of it. Sometimes several times an hour. What do I think is going to happen?

Sometimes she turns around and asks, "Juice box?" She had a juice box once, weeks ago, at a picnic. We have never had them in the fridge.

Toddlers never forget, man.

Now I'm hungry.

I have water in my fridge, and juice concentrate.

And other things, but I only open it to throw them out periodically, or maybe replace them if I'm feeling particularly industrious.

This dress makes me shiver.