"It was a dark and stormy night."

"Retreat Hell! We just got here!"

"Come on! You apes want to live forever?"

"Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn."

"You'll never take me alive, Coppers."

(extra points for those readers who can guess where those quotes came from)

So many topics. They run through my head all day, and then when I sit down to write about them, they promptly disappear. I have 30 days in which I will be posting each and every day. Some tell me I have issues, and use such words as "Raving Lunatic" and "One nugget shy of a Happy Meal." I cannot argue with that. Personally, I love "One sandwich short of a picnic basket" but I'm not picky.

On with the show.

Note: Today marks the beginning of National Blog Posting Month. I've written about it here, and you can come and visit me here. As an added EXTRA bonus, I have posted a picture of my husband's legs. I could (and do!) just stare at those all day. If that doesn't excite you, you are dead to me.. But hey, that's just me. Go on. Give him a shout out! He has a big Honey Do list this weekend and I need all the help I can get.

Goodness this is getting long, and I haven't written anything yet.

I was driving the girls to various extra curricular activities tonight, and we were doing our usual "let's everyone talk at once" routine All of a sudden, this pick-up truck pulls into traffic, right in front of me, and proceeds to move along at about 10 miles an hour.

Me: Hello?
Princess S (friend of Chickie's, another dancer): Hello!
Me: I wasn't talking to you sweetie.
Princess S: OK
Chickie: What's wrong?
Me: Thinking: DUDE, there is a reason that the sign says 45 mph. I am running late And you are in my WAY. Saying: Oh nothing, I think the person must be confused.

We pass "the person".

Chickie: Oh, he is old, so that explains it.
Meelie: And he's from Indiana (sorry Mom and Dad).
Chickie: Well, at least you are not behind him on the freeway.
Meelie: Stupid foreigners.