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When your office has two doors (one leading to the hallway and the other to a main, traffic-heavy office), you really are living dangerously to fart stinkily. Not that I do this.

I'm just sayin'.

...that would be plenty to keep my blog alive, right?

Somebody's wheel hit my thigh, obviously:
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Just a standard fall during our bout against Hard Knox Rollergirls, but it's so funny-looking! (this is the right knee):
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Totally worth taking out some Gem City Rollergirls (this is my left knee on Monday):...

Because it is.

I get excited when I post.

And honestly, a little vain. I reread my posts and I think, "Dang! I'm witty! I could be freelancing!" and then I remember I have no energy for that.

Not to mention the fact that the things I post to my blog are the types of things that you find in your linttrap = not really worth $$$.

So I'll just be the first in the community to 'fess up. When people comment on my blog or rate it,...

I have no idea how this routine started in our household, but Sophia helps me take my metamucil every day.

I started drinking it when married because Sophia'sDaddy drinks it for the heart benefits (only to be had from the powder form, not the capsules). Well, I struck out on my own and realized I didn't have to take metamucil if I didn't want to! So I stopped doing it.

But then my pooper started...well...stopping .

So out came the metamucil again, though...

Okay, so yuck.

Sophia's got ringworm.

Hold on, hold on, hold on. It's not like it's pinworm, where there are ACTUAL WORMS that can be seen by the naked by by the traumatizing viewing method of checking out the victim's...well, butthole at night under view of flashlight (I'm serious. Ask a doctor. Or Patricia Heaton, to whom this apparently happened, according to her critically-acclaimed bio Motherhood and Hollywood: How to Get a Job Like Mine).

I mean,...