I do everything I can to avoid the P.O., but I had to send something certified mail.

Today I talked with customer service people for 20 minutes and filled out pages of a confusing but important form, then mailed it. I registered Mr Peabody with the county.

That's enough for one day, right?

Ginger, you've accomplished more than enough.

Stabbing people because they're smooshy and they look like they'd make an amusing noise is a bad thing, right? These thoughtful moods take me sometimes, and I have to move sharp items out of easy reach.

Menopause, you were supposed to do good things regarding these intermitten psychopathic leanings.

Thank you, Toddson.

I have often said there should be "I know what the fuck I'm doing lines" at the airport. I may have said that out loud the time I was behind a guy who took one coin at a time out of his pockets until he could get past the metal detector.

There are, or were for a while. Or at least some airports had Experienced Traveler lanes. Not sure if those exist anymore since I have pre-check now. (And you STILL get some tools not sure why they can't bring their bottle of water through.)

pomegranate seeds in spinach salad, does that sound good? Does the presence of blue cheese make a difference to your answer?

yes and no, as in yes to the pomegranate seeds and yes to any of several different cheeses. including blue.

Why am I a raging bitch queen today? Is it the lack of sleep? the grading? the drama llama of middle school? the stress of the upcoming holidays? the fact that my house looks like crazy hoarders live there? Or maybe it's all of the above.

Oh, Burrell, I feel you. Possibly it's Change of Season Madness. Winter is no longer coming, it's pulled up in the driveway and unpacking its luggage and asking if it gets the same room it had last year. Not quite settled in, just taking off its coat and putting its boots away.

I am gonna sit with you in grumpy lady corner. Getting stuff out of my house has actually helped a bit. Another paper bag to goodwill this week.