Random, Random, etc....

How I knew it was laundry day.

A note of advice about these socks.

Yes, buy them if you want. Buy them like Noah and I did because our kids love Thomas the Train. Just beware that all of the thread that makes that cute design on the outside of the sock is just lurking in tangled, stringy knots on the inside. Be warned that your kids will cry for two reasons: 1. Their adorable little piggies get caught on the strings inside. 2. They want to wear them despite the discomfort. It is a simple case of darned if you do and darned if you don't. They will weep and wail when they see them in their drawer because they want to wear them, and then they will weep and wail when you try to put them on them.

This bugs me.

I get bugged when I make a Supreme Tombstone frozen pizza, and I have to pull the sausage off, and it pulls off some cheese with it. It doesn't seem like that much cheese with each bit of sausage, but by the time you get the ga-trillion pieces off of your slice you are completely cheeseless. So, you basically have to suck it up and eat the sausage just to enjoy the other toppings on the supreme. I just want a supreme frozen pizza minus the sausage. I think that pepperoni AND sausage is just too many meat medleys on one slice. But, hey, that's me. (And, smarty pants, don't even suggest that I take them off when they are frozen because I am the only one who doesn't like the sausage, and I have to leave some on for those who like it. PLUS, I can never tell how many slices I'm going to pack away until the moment. It's just not something that I can forsee.)

And, HEY, dontcha wanna fly with us?