Sorry about the house, flea.

Heck, the first pick is named Jadeveon Clowney! But nobody will top my football name favorite, Barkevious Mingo.

I dimly remember someone from the Boston Globe (?) putting forward an All-Name basketball team, back in olden times.

One advantage of having a somewhat anal husband is that we do three loads every Sunday. And that includes, washing, drying and putting away. Whites (which is sheets and towels as well as clothes), blacks (yeah, we wear a lot of black) and, um, other. California is so dry that it is fine for us each to use one towel all week. When we lived in NYC, we usually ended up using two per week.

My MiL not only uses a clean towel and washcloth each time she showers, she also needs a clean bath mat. She is known as "The Queen of England" by the rest of the family.

I am sorry about the house, flea. And the lice, Burrell.

The top baby names just came out, and my board name (Sophia) is the number one name. And I am amused because I picked it because a) it was the name of my high school/college BFF and b) it seemed SO UNIQUE. No one was ever named Sophia!

I wonder if my real name will ever get up there?

I would love a clean bath mat every shower, but I make do without. For some reason, that seems like it would be going too far.

With five people showering, a clean towel every shower is a pipe dream, much as I would love it. And we all wear jeans till they get grungy or too stretched out.

The Baby Name Wizard is full of wacky name facts and trend analyses today: [link]

I will add that I just looked up Barkevious Mingo to see how he's doing. He had a bruised lung but seems to have recovered. (Bruised ... lung?) I also learned that his older brothers are named Hugh and Hughtavious.

My MiL not only uses a clean towel and washcloth each time she showers, she also needs a clean bath mat.

We have a fancy throw rug in the bathroom, so Tim puts a towel down on it for when he gets out of the shower, which I refer to as the "foot towel." (Sometimes it's actually a bath mat, depending on what batch of towels & such is clean.) And he asked me why I would put my wet feet all over the throw rug, and I gave him a totally blank look, because I go into yogic contortions to dry my feet while standing in the tub and then step directly into my flip flops. It never occurred to me to use a foot towel/bath mat, even though he does. I thought the foot towel was something special he used because he has toenail fungus. (No lie.)

This is yet one more way in which I have ZERO common sense.

My mom washing everything every time. She has about 5,000 bras. And always uses a new towel. And she hates doing laundry.

And we all wear jeans till they get grungy or too stretched out.

I sometimes feel ashamed of how long I wear my jeans. If the dog starts licking them, I know it's time for the washing machine.

At 7pm my darling son, whom I love and therefore did not kill, said to me, "Mom, it looks like you need to do some laundry. The basket is full."

Haaaa. It's a good thing they're cute when they're young.

Due to the temperature actually being nice, there has been an explosion of tree pollen, to which I am pretty allergic. I feel crappy and phlegmy and gummy, so I worked from bed for a couple of hours this morning. They're doing construction on my building, though, so during the day the noise level is AWFUL. I dragged myself into work for lunch and meetings, and now people actually want me to do stuff. How dare they.