Hectic weekend, but due to an odd confluence of events, I actually had all seven kids home for about 75 minutes Friday night. It dawned on me suddenly as I was working my way through my third Tom Collins that this was the first time I’d had all seven kids home since Christmas, even if it was in a hectic party-like setting in my family room (fourteen people there total). Very nice, though I finally had to surrender to Hypnos and go to bed at 11:30.
Man, I hate lice. This story bums me out: ‘Super lice’ outbreak hits 25 states. Michigan isn’t on the list. But Indiana is . . . and I sit on the border.
That last link came from the New York Post. I used to love the Post, but got away from it for some reason. I decided to check it out yesterday and ran across a few other interesting pieces, such as this one: Dying for fame: 21 reality stars commit suicide in past decade. I’ve never participated in a dead pool, but if I did, I think I’d load up on reality stars. There’s something about the extreme vainglory that seems to make them good candidates. (But hey, I’m still walking around.)
I’m very glad to see this: “In 2014, the USCCB finished a two-year investigation into the Girl Scout organization, identifying multiple concerns with programming, advocacy efforts, and policies at … Read the rest