I was going to call this "Mental Diarrhea", but, Lord only knows the Google searches that would bring.

Busy Girl has strep throat.

Why does my family insist on fondling (hello there disappointed, pervy Google jockey) the clean laundry (i.e. arranging and sorting it, yet leaving in the basket) rather than just folding it and putting it away already?

Why yes, if I did fold laundry more than once a moon phase, it'd be a moot point.

It's snog season!

I hate it when people write in bullet format like this. I'm even too lazy to use actual bullets.

I'm either sick, getting sick or have some sort of anxiety problem. I can't seem to breathe in my office or in the car. It's getting really annoying. I had to use Busy Girl's inhaler this afternoon.

New stuff up at GenBetween.com. Humor me, OK? Just go over there, please? Pretty please?

The Preschooler Formerly Known as Busy Baby is enjoying his new school for the most part. Imagine his surprise when he figured out that we get a written report of his behavior every day.

My computer is acting weird. If I lose this entry, I will be peeved.

Somone made 2 pumpkin pies, yet bought a small container of Cool Whip. Yeah, like that will last until the second piece of pie is gone.

My dad will be going with us to Busy Dad's family's Thanksgiving feast. This may not be, um, the type of Thanksgiving he is used to. When I was growing up, we didn't exactly have viewings of freshly killed deer as part of the celebration. But, whatever. I think the bigger problem will be going down there in the Busy Van that has no AC.

Boy, our dishwasher is noisy.

I'm missing a friend right now, that for reasons longer than you care to hear about, I can't really talk to anymore.

Dear Lord, have you seen the numbers of disposable cameras we have around here that need to be developed?! Some of them are of unknown age. Heh, that reminds me of my friend whose son kept asking for the cameras when he was young. She'd get them for him, but, he never returned them to her to get developed. Turned out he was throwing them away after he used them since they were "disposable".

My lunch is still sitting like a rock in my stomach. I went to a vegetarian restaurant which is funny enough in itself because I'm the one who has a side dish of meat with my steak.

I may need to get a chest x-ray. Bleh. I guess I need to go on and do it before we go out of town next week.

My face continues it's bout with what is, apparently, my second puberty. What's up with that? [/Jerry Seinfeld channeling]. Maybe I can get the chest x-ray at the dermatologist.

BIG SPIDER! IN KITCHEN! SEND HELP!

For those of you who simply cannot get enough of my kids' sports, basketball season is upon us. Three kids, four teams. Stay tuned for The Preschooler Formerly Known as Busy Baby's hoops debut. He's the shortest kid ever, we'll see how it goes.

Someone save me from myself and let's hope I can either shut up or think of regular stuff to write sooner rather than later.