1. Is is a moral failing to skip breakfast? Even if the children don’t notice? Or care?
2. Why do children hate brushing their teeth? Is it because they enjoy have breath that could knock a buzzard off a compost pile?
3. Speaking of moral failings, does making the bed each and every morning, really, in the grand and ineffable scheme of things, matter?
4. If my picky-eating-six-year old means it when she claims she’s finally tired of peanut butter, should I be experiencing a sense of freedom . . . or dread?
5. Where in the name of all that is holy and fragrant is the cat pooping, and why can’t I find any evidence—other than his visible health and smug disposition—that he is ?
6. Does this tickle in my throat justify taking the day off tomorrow to sleep/write? Or, if I’m lucky, write/sleep?
7. Why doesn’t the whole US just go ahead and switch to a “minimum speed” system, since that’s what the majority of drivers think “speed limit” means, anyway?
8. Why, on the day when our department is holding our annual Volunteer Appreciation Open House, are all the other drivers in front of me not driving the flippin’ speed limit?
9. Is #8 ironic, hypocritical, or another moral failing?
10. Why, if I know that I’ll finally be hungry for breakfast around 8:45, do I not pack something to eat at 8:45, instead of grubbing for change in my desk drawers and trying to trick my stomach into silence with sugarless gum?
11. When the big staff percolator sings like an uninvited hound dog during a student strings recital, does that mean it’s happy, kvetching about the quality of the grounds, or foretelling our doom?
12. Is death by Christmas cookie overdose possible, and if so, does it happen during or, you know, after?
13. Why do I keep thinking Tuesday was yesterday, even though I know today is Tuesday?
14. Is it a moral failing that I think I might risk a Christmas cookie overdose, depending on the answer to #12?
15. Are there any peanut butter cookies left?
Earful of Cider 
Death by Christmas Cookie Overdose. Ha! No better way to go!
‘Swhat I’m sayin’. 😀
Death by junk food. After yesterday, I am certain it is possible and I am on my way. Yesterday alone we were sent (work) basket of random, large godiva box, egg sandwiches, two large popcorn tins (cheese and caramel, three large cookie tins and the best toffee known to humankind. My doc put me on a no cholesterol diet, so I of course had it all. And man, was it good. As I told my husband, I’m like a bulimic without the throwing up…must get some control here.
Seriously.
I’ve avoided the chocolates so far, but man, I hope pumpkin bead is a miracle food, or I’m toast. With pumpkin butter on it.
Today is our “eat everything in sight all day long” annual smorgasboard. I did not eat breakfast, nor will I require supper. Bring it on!
RE: #11: It’s just singing along with the music.
I LOVE those days!
Have fun, Dee!
RE: RE: #11: There was no music . . .
#2: Yes.
Okay, yeah, that one was a gimme.
So I’m lying in bed coughing and trying to decide if the way I feel could best be described as ‘hit by a truck’ or ‘beat with a hammer’ when Guys and Dolls comes on and there’s Sky Masterson talking about an earful of cider. Suddenly I felt a little better. A little smarter and a little better.
Awww, Lisa. 😀
Feel better soon. And make sure you always play craps with real dice, yeah? 😉