And it continues.

Day two of randomness continues. Thoughts as I lurk on Facebook. (That could be the title to a VERY creepy indie-rock alternative song.)

My updates make me sound like the most boring person on the planet. The Mayor is doing the dishes. The Mayor is washing diapers. The Mayor is reading stories to Scrunch. Who cares? Nobody.

I find myself wanting to lie. The Mayor is packing for a trip to Bali. The Mayor is having lunch with Michelle Obama. The Mayor just won a brand new car! The Mayor is getting ready to go on David Letterman. The Mayor just finished writing her book.

Popularity contests do not end in High School.

Whoa! She got hot. and he got fat. I've noticed girls are definitely later bloomers than the guys.

My original marital theory stands...Marry a nerd. They make good husbands.

Holy crap! You're a mom/dad? Holy crap! You have how many kids?

My kid is cuter than your kid.

I would die before posting a picture like that.

I am going to kill you for tagging me in that picture.

And so it goes.

The Mayor is done posting on her blog today.