This is probably TMI, but my day was fine, except for the part where I forgot to pack underwear in my gym bag. And because I was in a rush I couldn't stop back home to get a pair before running to a couple of appts. So I had to go the entire day "commando"-ew-.

The best part- praying that I didn't get into an accident because I'd have a tough time telling my mother (who always told us to put clean underwear on before leaving the house...just in case) why I didn't have undies on.

Ummm....did you pay for the ham? Because you didn't mention that part, just that on your way out of the grocery store the ham looked tasty and you stuffed it in your purse.

J/K. I bet you paid for it. Because THAT would be quite the blog entry otherwise.

All the teenagers here in the Pacific Northwest wear flip flops all year round and many wear shorts! They are nuts.

Oh good, I am not the only one who composes blog entries in my head on the way home. On the way to work, I seem to be the only person who is in any hurry. But that's another story

you make me laugh. I hate when ppl are impatient. My favorite is this guy who insists on taking the escalator down to the T everyday, but if ppl don't get out of his way he steps down to right behind them and huff/sighs as hard as he can. One day i was behind him and I waited until someone wouldn't get out of his way and then I said it, yes I did "You are welcome to take the stairs" :-D

God, Sandy you crack me up. Will you be my neighbor? I have ham!

I think kids are eternal optimists - my wee one insisted on wearing a sundress today, and while she agreed to bring a sweater with her, just in case, she wouldn't put it on all day.

You are a funny girl.

Well, I have an almost-teen (she's pretty cute, but don't tell her). (On second thought, you don't have to, she already knows.) The teenage girl DOES think SHE's all that, and wants to show it off at the least excuse. And start working on her tan.

I heard a talk once that explained so much to me. It was about the parts of the brain. The prefrontal lobe is the part of the brain that integrates everything, puts it all together, the 'governor'. Think of it as the 'common sense' part of the brain. Now, let me share with you that that part of the brain does not mature until the late teens in girls.

In men, it does not mature until well into the 20s.

Explains a lot, doesn't it?

(You know, I should blog that some day as a public service.)

you crack me up. you and your purse filled with ham.

There are worse things to be known as than The Ham Lady -- I am sure of it. (I think I, in fact, am known as worse things!!!)

I'm glad you wrote a blog entry in your head on the way home.

And about the teen girl? Stupid.

I have those fears when I'm driving too. Do you think it might be from being told "make sure you have clean underwear on" one too many times?

It was exhausting, thanks for asking. I love the ham bit. Serioulsy, the "ham lady". And yes, she probably was that stupid!

It's the best it's been because I'm reading Sandy and listening to country music. ;-)

I'm glad you had a great day! It's always better when the sun is shining.

I've occasionally put a package of thinly sliced pepperoni in my purse. MMMMMmmm pepperoni. One often needs sustenance on the drive home, methinks.

I love you, my Sandy. You are a fabulous one in a lifetime lady.

Ya know, my mother used to get a loaf of french bread on her way home from work and eat the end off on her way home. I used to wonder where she was buying all these loaves of buttless french bread. *L*

Windy here today and hot. Getting hotter as the week continues. I am not happy. At all.

& Now I need ham.

XO