Nobody expects me to cook or do dishes because I have no stove nor sink.  See how I did that?  It was clever, wasn't it.  I turned the negative upside down and made it a positive.  Freaking genius. 

My kids' soccer games are not at the same time tomorrow, thus preventing pre-9 a.m. insanity and the need to split the parental ranks.

41 teaching days left until summer vacation.

Everybody's healthy and safe.  I have to tell you that I almost just deleted that because I'm pretty sure I've jinxed myself or someone else.  This will haunt me all day.

Five words:  Sugar-free fat-free pudding.

The second child went to bed "like a big girl" and stayed in her own bed all night.  This might seem like small potatoes, but duuuuude, you have no idea.

The completely repellant and vaguely frightening story a friend sent me yesterday about a Yale student's "performance art" piece involving her monthly self-inseminations and intentional miscarriages -videotaped and on dispay mind you - turned out to be a hoax.  Big sigh of relief, though I'm not sure what kind of chemical solvent I'm going to need to inject into my skull to disinfect it from the residue of this knowledge.  I will not link to the article about it so that you can be spared the experience.