All three kids have inherited Doug’s chronic eczema. Surprisingly, some quick research pointed to Clorox as the miracle cure. That’s right—we’re instructed to pour a capful of the stuff that strips the color off our clothes into our children’s bathwater. The bottle says, “Warning: CHEMICAL HAZZARD. May irritate skin.” I held my breath and poured. To bleach the babies or cure them? Time will tell.
My Nonsensical Thought of the Day
My own personal weather service
In the midst of today’s tornado watch, I was debating whether we should journey up Talcott Mountain for Tyler’s afternoon program. As the skies were still blue and clear, I decided to look to the dog for any signs of erratic behavior. This is the same dog, mind you, who sleeps on her back with all four paws bicycling the air, chasing squirrels in her sleep. Not the most reliable source, but way more fun than the NWS.
Just so you all know, I did it first.
Finally, the rest of the world is wearing white. I hate to call myself a trendsetter, but I started wearing it months ago. Cancel your subscriptions to Cosmopolitan! Following me on facebook is like having a fashion barometer right here at your fingertips.
Sorry, Coach, but you’ll probably have to wait a real long time.
Recently I started receiving emails from Coach, reading “Thank you for shopping with us! We can’t wait to see you again!” A quick search revealed a selection of handbags priced up to $798.
At first I was flattered that someone mistook me for Coach clientele, but then reality struck. Someone spied me with a Big Y bag strapped over my shoulder and signed me up. Nothing like pity mail from the fashion police!