WONDER GIRLS, (the miracle children)

These are my two precious daughters Rocky and Becca.  I call them the Miracle Wonder Girls because quite honestly its a miracle I haven't shipped them off to Mars or some other distant planet, and its a wonder that Homeland Security hasn't offered to help finance the endevour.  These two girls fight like, well, they fight like sisters.  But sisters of the worst kind.  They make me understand why some parents in the wild kingdom would kill their own young.  Oh, I wouldn't want to kill them, I would just wish them upon my worst enemy.  God help the young men who get suckered into marrying them... SOON, please?  And may they be blessed with many daughters.

I am still perplexed by the toilet paper delimma in my house.  Seems I'm always the lucky person who sits on the pot right after the person who used the last square of paper.... ALWAYS!  So, I bought those Super Ultra rolls, the kind with twice as many squares of tissue.  Wonderful, I thought, now maybe I'll be able to wipe without having to peel the bits and pieced off of the old discared rolls.  Right?  WRONG!  While there may be twice as many squares on the Ultra roll, the sheets are twice as thin so you end up using twice as many squares to avoid unnecessary dampness to your fingers.  And once again I found myself drip-drying.  Yeah, great invention guys, thanks for nothing.

Another great invention... I was in the new Outdoor Sportsman store last night and was drawn to a feature rack that was promoting a pair of women's briefs that it boasted '17 countries, 6 weeks, one pair of panties'.  Excuse me, but even for me that is just plain 'ewwwww!'.