LA Law Reunion Show Idea

Batman, Scooby Doo, Shaggy, Fred and Velma go into a dark room.  There is a skeleton!  But then they pull of the mask.  It's Jimmy Smits!

  

Well, Miss Spears? Which is it?

Wait...did the baby hit her?  Or is she hitting the baby?

Friends - They're the worst!

I don't like Jacob any more. I don't like his attitude.

We Interrupt Cute Things to bring you My Husband's Regional Musings

My husband, who grew up on the east coast and now lives on the west, is a veritable font of knowledge on the habits and ways of what he calls the People From the North East. As a public service, I will share these thoughts with you on a semi-regular basis.

Today's musing concerns vegetables, as it came up during a conversation about what those things are called that you stick in the ends of corn on the cob*:

"People From the North East really love seasonal vegetables."


*corn holders

Somewhere Bee-utiful, of course

Where did you and dad go on your honeycomb?

Memo to Walt Disney

I liked everything about "Pirates of the Caribbean" except the pirates.  

Top Chef, Jr.

Ravioli is the new noodles!  I'm going to want this all the time!

Not Just About Cookies

I don't like sharing!  I like taking!

That's DOCTOR Hot Rod to you

I want a new name... change my name to Hot Rod.

Comic Strip Subtext

Do you think Green Goblin is sexy?

Star Wars - The Parts Between the Battles

Mom! Pretend you're Darth Vader and you're making dinner for the Empire!

Introduction!

Hi!  I have a 3-year old son who says cute things all the time.  I always think...oh!  I should write that down!  But I never do (tears).  So now I'm going to type them all up! 

The funniest thing he ever said (so far) happened about two months ago.  He was asking me a lot of questions about body parts, boys, girls, babies, etc.  (I thought 3 was too young for this?)  Anyhoo, the questions started getting a little too detailed.  So I started deflecting, saying things like "I don't remember!" or "Let's google that!".  Finally, I shut everything down with the comment "That's a long story.  Want to make French Toast?".  (Note - French Toast solves everything.)

So, a couple of days later, I was sitting on the couch, and my son sidled up to me and asked in the sweetest voice imaginable, "Mom?  Can you tell me a long story about your vagina?"