Timelies all!

I'm so sorry, Frank.

I have zero remembrance what CCD stands for, but I had to do it (though for us it was Sunday school)

I recall walking to school, as well as breaking open my piggy bank and adding up the pennies (mostly) and rejoicing at the nickels or dimes, and going to the local candy store a block or three away...when we lived in South Dakota, so I was 5-6 years old.

But then when we moved to Indiana, there was nowhere to walk to (and no sidewalks). I would ride my bike around the neighborhood though.

I'm trying to think...is there anyone to whom I'd complain about their mother? I think not. There are people I avoid, in fact, because I hate their mothers, and I fear it would come up, and I don't want to lie. But even if they started the trash talking, I don't know if I could complain about my experiences with their mother.

I thought maybe my sister's friend complained about Mumsy to me because that's the sort of relationship she has with my sis, but my sister's pretty adamant and defensive of the 'rent, so that ain't it. How odd.

I am glad I got a chance to partially defuse it, but the weird thing is--she hasn't complained to my sister, her friend of 15 years. Just me, while we were waiting for our flight out of Kingston together.

My sister maintains...that's just not cricket.

When I was a kid, there was no possibility of walking to a store. The nearest store was a ten-minute drive away. Even my school was out in the middle of farm country. I had no independence until I got a car. Which may explain why having my car with me is so important to me.

I took a stab at my room, but broke out sweating just from hanging up clothes. That does not seem right.

I decided that rice might sound good, so I put some on.

I ate half a piece of dry toast, woohoo.

Okay, I have to share this:

Mitt Romney does not understand why airplane windows don't open.

t facepalm

isn't it a pressure thing? (he supposedly went to better schools than me...certainly flew more...tell me this is a strategy for the dipshit demographic?

I've said in a couple places that I really hope that that was a failed attempt at dry humor. Because the alternative has apparently found the "too horrible to tolerate" line

I think at our school 4th graders and older are allowed to walk home by themselves, if you sign a form saying so. But I never see any kids not being met by a parent. Casper could do it, but I don't really trust her to wrangle Dillo home.

Kids aren't allowed to walk home by themselves? When I was in elementary school, I think the only parents who picked up kids to walk them home were the parents of kindergarteners who had no older siblings, and even then, most of the ones who didn't have to cross any streets alone walked by themselves after the first few weeks of school.