Life got all crazy busy for a few days and all of a sudden there are 162 unread posts in my reader. What's wrong with you people? It's sunny out. Go outside already.
In other news, my kid told me today that she's tired because she's got a baby in her tummy. Where does that shit come from? Because it's not coming from me.
In other other news, I applied to be one of the four people Barack Obama had dinner with last week. Guess what? He didn't pick me. He's clearly missing out. What are you, Obama, afraid to hear someone rant on and on about folks who need housing? Not man enough for that? Just kidding. Love you. I'd have made a hell of a dinner guest if I might say so myself. Call me or I'll sic Jenny The Stalker Bloggess on you. Dude.