Why one should never scratch moles...

Children make everything interesting.  They have insights on food, exercise, and even eating habits that astonish me and, yes, make me think.  A good example of this happened today, actually.

There I was, sitting in front of our living room window, staring outside at the sunny front yard and praying that the six loads of laundry sitting next to me would fold themselves, when I hear a sudden running around upstairs.  Now.  For those of you who know my house--very few, yes--there has always been this one spot in my bedroom where, if you step on it just right, it will make a very loud boom...  Sort of like a train wreck.  So I hear someone run through the room and into the hallway screeching their head off, and then another person do the same thing.  It was David.  Apparently, he and Madeline had been chasing eachother over a mole.  A mole, you ask?  Why a mole? 
This is what David had to say when he was finally corner.
David: "Don't scratch my mole off!"
Goo:(giggleshystericallylikeagirl)  "Why not?!"
Dave:(in a low, secretive voice) "...  If you pull moles off, you get cancer."

...  Ummmm...  Wow?  Needless to say, I sat there laughing my head off for several minutes afterwards and listening to the rest of their conversation made my folding go a bit faster.

Nothing Much

Well here I am again, still wondering what to write about.  Upstairs, the children--like the angels they are--are calmly getting their jammies on, brushing their teeth, and screaming bloody mur--...  Ahem.  Yes, well, they're trying...  I think.  I love them anyways, insanity and all, if only because I'm no better as I sit here and think about what I want the weather to be like tomorrow and try to write something worthwhile.  But, hey, who doesn't stare off into space when they're typing? 

If I were a smart person, I would write about what I had for dinner tonight--it was pizza, in case anyone's interested, by the way--but since there wasn't much to my one course dinner, I suppose that would be boring.  If I were an interesting person, I would write about what I did today--again, if anyone's interested, I was gone on a six hour shopping spree of death--but, well, I'm not.  Since I'm a brilliant ranter, however, I figured that writing whatever first came to mind till I got bored would be a good way to go.

Let's try this... Again

I can't say that I'm going to try to start a blog because I've already done that.  And I also can't say that I'll try to post more often than I do now that I've started again, because I'm pretty sure I've done that before to.  But hey, since I'm here, why not?  Sure I'll try--if only for you, Katie, my single reader--and then when I get bored with the color and design of the whole thing, I'll drop it for a while and pick it back up some hundred years later.  For now, though, I've re-colored and re-named my blog so it suits my--current--tastes and personality and I suppose I'll try posting more for my invisible audience.