Until I get through this other post...

...MiniMe's best friend, a pink bear, named Rosebud, who happens to be a He, told her he wants to be a princess for Halloween. So apparently, at age 3, our daughter is a fag hag.

Then at dinner, which I held so Dad could eat with us, Dad was "singing" to the radio. "Singing" means he was holding my hand & being very demonstrative. The song was "I Want To Know What Love Is". Being Canadian, the poor guy can't hold a candle to my 80's music knowledge. He's always trying to stump me. He thought he had me on this one.

"So, who sings this one, huh?" he snarkily asked.

(Snicker from me)

"Foreigner."

(Snicker.)

My Pudding...

I've been wracking the net over the last few days trying to do some research for my mom. She is struggling with this ridiculous email she got about Obama. She asked me to research it. The most ridiculous thing in the email is saying that there isn't any proof that he's a christian.

So, how exactly, do you go about proving what someone believes in their heart?

Been ruminatin' on this one for a few days.

Leave it to my Mini Me to make sense of it all. She got mad at her dad & spouted off,

"Jesus, Rick!"

I have no idea who says these things, but I guess it proves that I believe in God. Seen as how my 3 year old calls on him for help & all.