I Play Well With Others and Only Occasionally Run With Scissors

So I go to work early this morning, you know....saving lives and stamping out disease like usual. And then I come home to Celine Dion singing about hot dogs, crocheted stars named "Frank" (just another word for "hot dog") and Blogger won't even let me comment because the comment box is gone! What's up with that? Seriously, I want to play, too! So I guess I've earned my own post.

So where's the bathroom? (no relation to the urinal post)

When my daughter was junior-highish, she belted out songs totally wrong, so listen carefully and see if you, too, can hear "...there's a bathroom on the right."

Which prompted me to take a picture of this sign at my family reunion last year.

I have never seen a blog with a different label for every post, which makes me think we all need to be medicated a little heavier. Katdish's ADD is contagious. I used to be much more stable, or perhaps it's just because I have to remain professional throughout the day, and that makes me go all random at night. And the fact that I cried myself silly after Bible study tonight just because I could.

My yoga pants and T-shirt are waiting for my bedtime, so I'm going into the bathroom to change. It's on the right.