You are funny. I cleaned my orange ring this morning at 5:30am (VERY uncharacteristic of me, BTW!)

Can you come to my house? Please?

But not at 5:30 AM or anything even close.

I've never heard of a Jockey Box.

I just read you Looney bin post...seriously funny. The reason I love blogging is because bloggers are all the same! I mean, not all the same, but samer than you'd think, considering how different we all are! I meant to say samer, is not a typo.

I only check my stats every couple of weeks now. But I still love comments. I love to put something out into the world and get immediate feedback. It isn't just for me. If it was just for me, it would be in Microsoft Word.

Heidi you are such a visual blogger. Or maybe I am a visual reader. Whatever it is your last blog painted a rather graphic picture in my head. That must mean I have had the same thing at my house if the picture is so sharp and clear. OOO Nasty. Oh well the joy of that is you can see so clearly when the work is done what you have done. Kind of like letting the dust get really bad before you dispose of it. Oh my this is a little scrambled. It is just too early
Roxanne

Oh and I still call it a jockey box

The SPOUSE rules!

Roxanne, now I know it is my dad who said Jockey Box--that's why we both say it. Leave it to a farm boy. And, I must say I agree with you about the dust (and the toilet bowl)--it is very satisfying when you can see an actual layer of thickness being removed. Beeswax, I know I know your name since I regularly read your very funny blog--I agree, the blogging experience is very similar for a lot of us, to the point where someone pointed out that my looney bin post is very similar to one written by a very talented and popular blogger. I can't find it and don't think I have ever read it--that just goes to show how similar our emotions get over this shared bloggy world!

An orange ring sounds like a yummy candy. Except that it's in your toilet which makes it unappealing even to me.

Bwahhhaaaaaa!!

The spouse is correct on this one.

Go Roy-boy.

I grew up saying "market." My Mom said it, but she was not European, unless you count Southern CA as European. Anyway, that is what we always called the store or grocery store at my house. I didn't know how weird I was until I went to college and my roommates thought I was trying to be uppity. To top it, my husband thinks it is weird too. Now I use it out of spite and because I want to be a little uppity..."I am going to the Market" sound much more inviting then, "I gotta go to the store."

Also a Spouse, How many google ID's do you have, man? And if you can have at least four, why can't my sisters acquire just one? It's a mystery.

NATA--I quite like market. I think I am going to convert.

Given that my playlist contains a lot of classical music, I'm pretty sure I can top your 17 dead guys.

Now I'm curious.

26 if you count composers as well as performers.

Eowyn, yes, I was counting composers, too. You win!