It's almost midnight and somewhere in my house a Dinosaur is shorting out. Every five to thirty minutes it goes off - Roaring loudly three times. However, the outbursts are over too fast and timed too sporadically to locate the little monster. I'm just afraid it's going to wake the baby or disturb my sleep all night!
Just a tip - never put your gilt edged china in the microwave. Major sparks. Apparently it is gold. Hmmm, whoda thought?
If you came to my house tonight, you'd get to dry your hands on my jeans that are hanging over the towel bar in the bathroom, just like I have all day long. I'm considering marketing denim towels. They would really be quite cute and durable, though not very absorbent. That way no one would ever steal the guest towels to use as a bath towel, thus preserving the decorative effect.
If I ever have a band, I'm going to call it "Adolescent Fiction". Can't hurt to be prepared right? What would you name your non-existent band?