Just an Observation...

Illinois birds are crazy. And I don't mean the canaries. The blackbirds are like lot lizards of I-57, waiting until they see my car approaching, fully prepared to jump out in front of it. On purpose, of course. They're like little kamikaze pilots.

Fortunately, no birds--canary or otherwise--were harmed on my trip to Chicago. That's a win-win for all involved parties.

Neither Rain, Nor Snow, Nor Dark of Night...

Shall keep me from the Autism One conference this weekend. If I had to ride my friend's parents Vespa (with matching helmet, of course), I would be there.

I hear this is the Superbowl of autism. Moms and Dads alike travel for miles to learn the latest on autism treatment, get their drink on, and sleep through the night.

I'm keeping my pinny, frozen dinners, and elastic waistband shorts at home. This housewhore is breaking out.

Got Swelling?

I swear, I've turned into a camel. I cannot get enough to drink. I'm going to wind up guzzling 15 gallons of water today to store in my hands and feet tomorrow. I'll be the Woman-Who-Can't-Fit-In-Her-Shoes and must wear blue vibrating house shoes to Wal-Mart.

At least I'll be identifiable.