Silly meanderings of my mind ...

**Ahhh ... the healing properties of my spit. My son kept biting his finger at lunch. (I will presume this was an accident.) After each so-called injury I had to kiss the owie finger. Then, magically, the pain left. This happens alot. (the magic spit, not the finger biting...) If my spit is truely that magical, maybe I should write up a marketing strategy and start my own business. "Mom's Magical Spit" I can see it now ... people far and wide will pay money for spit-in-a-jar. Mom's everywhere: UNITE! Start spitting into your jars. I've got a money maker for you!!**

**I don't care what anybody says ... I love the Wiggles. Yes. I said it. I LOVE the Wiggles. They, too are magical. Put a wiggles cd into the stereo, in the kids' room, and they disappear for a long time. Occasionally, I poke my head in there, to be sure they're not bleeding to death, and I stay to dance to a song ... then, off I go again ... by myself ... I love the Wiggles. I don't mind listening to them. I think they're geniuses, really. Either that or really good wizards. I don't really care which .**

I just love those guys.