Re: shades--I know the ones they recommended are from Ikea, but those aren't the ones we bought. We purchased some cheap-ass ones from, uh, somewhere else. Scott bought them, so I am no use to you.

Megan, thank you, and I get it, I really do. Listen, just the sleep deprivation alone entitles you to some bitching. I would be gritting my teeth at me too.

Excuse me, Megan? What did I say, exactly, that warranted this kind of response? I don't know what you're so angry about, but it surely isn't my innocuous post about not having enough hours in the day. I think we can all agree that that's a fairly universal complaint. As for your belief that writing doesn't take up a lot of time, that leaves me sort of speechless. If you want me to go into detail about the multiple projects I currently have and how much time they each take up, I mean, I can send you a timesheet, but I think you'd be bored senseless.

I have to say, Megan, this is a little irritating for me, because *I am* a working mom. I make more than half of my family's income, and I have to do it in a relatively small window of time. As long as we're comparing whose scenario is worse.

Paula, I have about ten metrocards, because every time I lose one I buy another, and then Scott finds them all over the place and is all, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU."

Actually, my post for next week is "The Phone Book: Who Needs It?" I plan to become the next Andy Rooney. Marinka, I'm going to have to teach you the use of the "smiley emoticon." Or perhaps the term "LOL."

I thought Marinka was joking! And I still think so. MARINKA?!

Kate, I once visited a bathroom wherein you could see over the door if you were *sitting*. That was awkward.

AND! You didn't rudely do anything. I said hello to YOU. Just for the record. xo

Thank YOU. You made my night. I mean that. And this post, well. It sort of stuns me, to be honest. In the best possible way.

mlcwildlifepr, I'm not in control of the book proceeds, but I am donating my fee to a local shelter.

Victoria, WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?

Sayfoo, the color is "Yellow Highlighter," by Benjamin Moore. I must say, I was a skeptic, but it's really nice in a kid's room.

It was! SCORE!

I *know* we do, Lisame. Fun!

I don't read Anna Quindlen, Anne, so no, I didn't steal the line. I am sure I am not the first person who's made that observation.

Listen, I think we can ALL AGREE that Q is superior, but I was making a joke about being on DRUGS, and what do you see when you look down at your keyboard? What letter is right there in the middle? Next post I will tackle banishing anxiety completely.

I'm alive! I'M ALIVE! my apologies. Extended Spring Break is kicking my ass. More later. TOMORROW! I PROMISE!

Blabbermouse: it is all I can think about. These people need to be watched. Carefully.

Katie Ann, my dad's name is on a plaque on the moon! I bet your grandpa's is, as well!

My dad is really, really un-little, Miss B. And I think he would cast a stern eye at the idea of being forced to drink tea and/or play board games. If you want to discuss German literature over some Johnny Walker, however, he'd be up for that.

Just look him square in the eye, then turn away and state, "We just kissed." It's just like doing it!

Anna, what are you talking about? I never attacked anyone in that piece, and I said nothing in there that I wouldn't say to Jane Brody to her face. I was trying to be funny. You don't get that, fine. You don't like my humor? You are free to not read. You clearly arrived here in attack mode, and you don't like me, so why don't you go away now? Bye.

Thank you, AJ! I like you too. You all. But especially you.