As I look out my window this morning and realize that white stuff all over the ground is actually snow, I decide there ought to be a law against 45-degree drops in temperature in less than a week. How would such a law be enforced, you ask? Why the same way we enforce gravity… by paying the Department of Gravity. It would just be the Department of Temperature Control instead.

From the inside joke department: We came up with a new, hilarious inside joke yesterday while driving to daycare. I do my best bugle impression of the cavalry charge. Then, instead of yelling “CHARGE!”, he yells “BARGE!”. Man, that kid cracks me up.

The other kid seemed to do well last night, I remarked that I didn’t even have to get up between 3am and 7:30am. My wife then pointed out it was because she had been up with him that entire time. She mumbled something crankily before crawling into bed. I think she is just mad because he thinks the snack bar is open 24-hours.

It became very clear yesterday.

A woman who manages a million dollar budget needs to get back to work. Mostly it was evident by the endless agonizing over a $100 cordless phone purchase followed by an attempt to make a four year-old take an infant’s nook. Who knew a trip to ShopKo would be so sadly entertaining.