This is giving me flashbacks to the time my YMCA swim team left me behind in a different state.

I think the T. Rex/Triceratops one up top is still up. I know I recognized it immediately when I clicked on the link. His work is one of my favorite part about trips to the Field.

Actually! It's Everyone Poops and there are others. About farts. And Belly buttons. And scabs! I love the scab book particularly.

Those and Snuggle Puppy are some of my household's non-dinosaur favorites.

That's Not My Dinosaur is the greatest book of all time. It's so easy to memorize you don't even have to look at it and can dick around on your phone while you mindlessly flip through the pages.

Just wishful thinking. There's got to be another Durbin (or lady-Durbin) out there somewhere.

Scary thing is it could have been closer. Illinois' R Senator is currently recovering from a stroke and did not vote. That's the President's old seat, ironically. I am hoping this means there will be a special election soon to replace him. (After he gets better and decides to take it easy because I am not a horrible…

I thought I had gained a whole bunch of weight for a while until I realized that the SpaceHusband has been washing my jeans in hot water. Not relevant, just amusing.

Sharmeen Obaid-Chinoy, Smith Class of 2002 and noted non-WASP, just won an Oscar. God forbid that be the image and achievement Spurzem would want Smith to promote.

Ahhh, so I can blame the foreigners, poors and lesbians for ruining my college experience?

My husband sleep talks too but he usually just tries to get me to run hockey drills.

After figuring out with the SpaceKid that the Do Not Touch the Kitty Rule kind of doesn't work, we are now trying some Be Gentle With the Kitty Training on the SpaceBaby.

Now he can go into business with Doug Mirabelli, the only person who ever truly understood him, selling real estate in Michigan.

Well that one too but I was thinking of Science is Real. Fundies get real pissy when angels are lumped into the same category as unicorns apparently. The Amazon comment section on the album is hilarious.

Get Here Comes Science IMMEDIATELY. It has the added bonus of having a song with one throwaway line in the refrain that pisses off the Christian Fundies.

The first time the SpaceKid dropped an F-bomb I asked him if he learned that from daddy in the car. His answer" "No, in the car, daddy says 'doosh!'"

This is exactly what I would do except in my case I'd be the one flayed open. I'd ask to have it put on a monitor or something because that shit is awesome.

Reefs, I have those! I even have lady parts. I definitely find that people are usually split between the "that's awesome" and "that's gross" camps along gender lines though.

Well good for them. Now who is going to make up for the fact that I had to wear pleated khaki shorts with opaque hose and white sneakers and socks while I worked at the Disney Store?

And the SpaceKid just had his birthday. Oh, darn. Maybe next year.