Sure I can, but should I?

Should anyone really make bacon chocolate chip cookies?

Almost healed.

Which is good considering that the mouthwash is almost gone.

If it looks like a duck...

If your child is covered in spots that are probably not bug bites, do not take them to the store and then, while in line, look down at said child and say, "I should have taken you to the doctor yesterday."*

*The above is a true story and the reason why I used hand sanitizer and then washed my hands with two kinds of soap before reapplying the hand sanitizer.

Surgery, anyone?

(And if it turns out to be a duck, and you're holding a slice of bread, just give it to the duck before it takes it from you.)

I know it shouldn't matter.

But this dental work has really put a damper on my blogging.

(And I didn't think that you wanted to know all of the fascinating things I've been learning.)

Don't tell Cobra.

The Smurfs are everywhere.

(I love being greeted by things like this when I turn on the TV. It always makes me smile.

Though it does make me wonder just what the Smurfs are up to, and why Cobra would be so concerned.)

I guess I can't die.

I have far too many books to read.

(And more than a few to write.)

Curse you...whoever you are.

Another scene, another character in need of a name.

Make that two.

Maybe three.

Okay, four, tops.

I think.

Dang.