You might as well finish it.

I've got to be honest…

I'm totally lovin' Jodi's new Finish It! actions.

In case you've been under a rock somewhere in Canada, you know that the Saints are in the Superbowl for the first time EVER. Everything in the state closed down at 3 this afternoon…

And the world smells so good that you wanna stick your head out of the window…

The Spawn of Shakespeare and I find ourselves spending a questioningly healthy amount of time bonding over various episodes, new and repeated, of Bones.

And I keep asking myself whether or not the show is entirely appropriate for children…

On one hand, they can name the majority of the bones…

Let's play a little game of  Judith's Favorite Thing in the Picture, shall we?

The rules are really simple; just tell me which of the things in the above picture is the thing that I like the best.  Don't be fooled, though, this is not as easy as it…

I now have a *not* unprecedented urge to go out and spend all of my allowance on hot pink fishnets and roller skates.

Wanna come?

I turned thirty in September.

To my credit, I didn't overly freak out as one might expect someone on the verge of being soundly routed from that decade epitomized by both the freedom of youth and the joys of full-fledged adulthood to do.  Although, I'll admit, I may have…

We should probably get this clear right off the bat…

I am not above pinching my children.

Hard.

Yes, I can see that you are on a date of some sort, and I, for one, am simply thrilled- thrilled- that your many hours of cyber-wooing paid off in the form…

I am utterly fascinated by validation phrases.

They're like little messages from god…

on a stick.

Not as appetizing as alligator on a stick, mind you…

But the potential to be fulfilling is definitely there.