Instead of spending money at the Farmer's Market or buying school clothes, I have a plumber in my kitchen replacing my garbage disposal.

In a silver lining, we spent the hour waiting on him to show up singing and dancing with Marie. We even broke out her tambourine.

She's now lying on the couch, all tuckered out. We must remember this trick.

Our kids are going to have ready access to computers and printers.

Just think of the bad, angstful teenage poetry that they'll be able to save to re-read when they're 34.

Maybe they'll be wiser than their parents.

(ow, my soul is cringing)