The Director of the Christian Defense Coalition is urging me to embrace science. In other news, dogs and cats are living together.

John Stamos. Any day of the week and twice on Sunday. Or maybe three times on Sunday.

I still think Sexy SpongeBob is the worst.

Oh, I hate those! "Listen to the wind." What is that? But their peanut butter Promises? Worth it.

The SmartBoard has a tool called Random Image Chooser. I pop all my students' pictures in there, and it selects one, Press Your Luck style. I use it for privileges and also for responsibilities. The kids always want their picture to come up.

I always heard it called "sleep" as well, though I have heard "eye boogers" once or twice. When I was little, my family called them "sleepy babies," which I think is adorable.

This study doesn't explain two of the worst nights of insomnia I've ever experienced:

The two Todds story is gold, which is amazing, considering I've always hated singular Todd, both original and Electric Boogaloo. AMC is "my soap," but yes, that Greenleo tease was brutal.

Me too. My dad has an old reel-to-reel tape of me, age 2, explaining which colors were boys and which were girls. And it's clear listening to it that I didn't mean red was for girls; I meant red was a girl. Numbers, too. For example, 9 is female and brown. 4 is male and blue. On and on.

This reminds me frighteningly of a wedding I attended this summer. Especially the hipster-douche groomsman attire.

I have eaten an entire sleeve of Thin Mints in one sitting. Many times!