march mundane madness

I am truly mad. It was bad enough to sign up to host during the week of my son's birthday in February. But to sign up to host, AGAIN, the week of my daughter's birthday AND her spring break... well... suffice it to say I am not of right mind.

If only I'd listened to Todd, who reminds us that time is a precious commodity...

So, if I were of right mind, I would tell you how Stephen's commute brought home the issue of illegal immigrants. I might also tell you that The Random Yak welcomes Slovakia to his corner of the world. And, if I had an ounce of sanity left, I would kibbitz with you about Tracy's shiny-brand-new-cable-box (and swell new look for her site!), Centrerion's announcement about mediorce media, and Heidi's advice about good fats and bad fats. (Furthermore, had I any sanity left, I would actually TAKE Heidi's advice. But, as we've already established I do not, please pass the pizza and potato chips.)

Speaking of pizza, I wish I'd read Kim's post about large families BEFORE we tried to order pizza for the birthday party on Saturday. I might have had a better idea of how many we needed. And where the heck was The Skwib when I was trying to get my daughter's Barbie out of the #$%&*! package? Things like that make me want to pull a Daisy Mae (over her foam-filled no-foam latte), though I should stick with Kim and count my blessings.

At any rate, because of all of this, you'll have to please excuse my lack of creativity tonight, as Muse worries about her husband's luggage and shares her breakfast habits. I would wax poetic about Miriam's frugal friends, but I can barely wax poetic when I AM in a creative frame of mind. Therefore, it is with great mundanness that I share with you Leespea's story of the biting mop, Mata's Ode to Dill, and Kevin's lesson on the proper handshake. (I will be even more mundane and tell you about how he got spammed by Principal Belding.) Mundane madness continues with Marsha, who complains about the lack of sudafed and losing the remote. Stop the insanity!

Finally, with no further ado (truly, without any ado at all), I will introduce Randi, who wishes she were making a contribution to the websphere but will settle for chocolate instead. (I have some cake left over, Randi... LOTS of chocolate cake...) Cheryl will then take over the introductions, acquainting us with Wanda, whose description is just a little too eerily familiar for my liking. We wind down then with Dean, whose job has gone to the dogs, and Hyperion, who, it seems, did NOT need a license to drive.

All that being said, I will now take leave and return to my normal level of madness. I'll try to plan some major surgery or something for the next time I host. Wouldn't want life to be too mundane...