bad for Sweetcheeks, who's inherited my penchant for disturbing dreams. This a.m.: "I had big hands & stuck them inside the ladybug." Yikes.

whatever happened to common sense? And Hubba Bubba? I could chew that stuff all day.

be hosting Thanksgiving and is wondering if there are any good recipes for pecan pie.

if my cuticles would look so good if I didn't pick them every day.

funny.

just realized that the vegetables that give you gas -- brussels sprouts, broccoli, cabbage -- usually smell like gas. Interesting.

there's no such thing as a wasted vote as long as you vote your conscience.

disappointed to say that a recent tour of Chicagoland's "most haunted cemetery" did not produce cold spots, blue orbs, or phantom houses.

no, you can’t be anything you want to be. And those aren’t angels bowling. It’s a friggin thunderstorm. So run!

it's getting increasingly windy. Advice for my sister (you know which one I'm talking about): RUN!