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.

Sorry about the house, flea. What a bummer.

I'm in a good mood, so I don't think I'm gonna follow the head-explody link.

I'm in a good mood because I took a vacation day today. I discovered that I'd lost my SS card, so I figured I'd go to the local office to replace it. Their hours are 9-3, M-F. Convenient, eh? Anyway, I decided since I'd be spending an unknown amount of time there this morning, I might as well just take the day. It only took an hour so I took myself out to lunch, visited a meadery, and picked up a bunch of plants for the flower beds and hanging baskets. I'm gonna wait until 4 to plant them, as it's unreasonably hot here today. There's something delicious about lounging about reading novels at 3 pm on a workday.

I won't tell you how long I use a towel for...

I used to use a bath mat, but Oz kept peeing on it.