Pee happens..... and happens..... and happens.....

You know what bugs me? Small bladders. It seems the very minute I get involved in something, I have to go answer nature’s call…. again.

I thought I had the world’s smallest bladder, until I had my daughter. She has the world’s smallest bladder. We can’t go anywhere without making a pit stop at least once an hour. And it’s not like I can get mad about it; I know it’s not because of anything she’s done. I know how she feels. It’s as though we suck in moisture through our skin from the air and turn it into pee. In some ways, it’s kind of nice to have someone else to blame the potty breaks on. Blame the stop on the kid; go while you’re waiting. I consider it one small yet glorious benefit of motherhood.

Trick or Treat......gimme some NoodleTaffy!!!!

Here it is...Halloween. I could be out begging for candy, but instead I find myself here. I'm a sad, sad person.

I find myself torn between the commercialization of this holiday and the meaning of this holiday. I mean, really, who can turn down candy, ever? Now, don't be giving me no crap about a diabetic or someone like that turning it down...I'm hypoglycemic & I wouldn't turn down candy! I'd just try to have some milk or other type of protein with it. But, Halloween? All Hallow's Eve, or whatever it is? It's got some meanings that are a bit frowned upon by most of society. Hmmmm....I guess at least we have all that candy to keep us distracted from the real meaning of today, huh?