OK, those of you who have donated to the Autism walk? Rock. You rock HARD, my friends.

If you can spare a few bucks to donate, it would be much appreciated. If you can harangue your boss into donating, it would be great, too. I know times are tight, but this is truly a great cause.

This download flashbacks of a fool divx is the place to donate, and I thank you from the cockles of my frozen little heart.

I am once again trying to quit smoking cold turkey. This time, I am attempting to do twenty sit-ups every time I want a blasted cigarette, in hopes that I can both train my abs and punish my errant little mind.

I am also reading a book about the art of Zen and hoping to incorporate some Jen-Zen into my life, thereby making the desire for cigarettes a total non-issue. It’s interesting stuff.

Bullshit, from whom I borrowed the book, is very Zen. He’s very calm, very collected, he never gets bent out of shape. I could do well with a little of that, if you know what I’m saying. I get bent like a pretzel every time my kid says, “Oh GOD, Mom.”

And oh, I can almost smell the approaching puberty, because “Oh GOD, Mom” is a frequent flyer in our household. There are also a lot of groans and even the occasional (and swiftly quashed) “Whatever.”

Whatever. How about “whatever” was I thinking went I went through seventy-two hours of labor to BIRTH you, you little smartass?? “Whatever” will you do when I lock you in the garage sans all electronic devices?? Give me whatever, I’ll give you WHAT FOR.

Yes, I am turning into THAT parent. I will deal mightily with all sarcasm that does not come from my own mouth.

And yes, I am fully aware that he gets it from me.

Happy Thursday.

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