Will 30 Rock just start, already?  That insipid Whitney is ruining my Thursday nights.

I was at lunch with my girlfriend, and she said “I was so embarrassed when I took off my boots and the masseuse saw my patheticure.” How can you not love a friend who makes us words like that?

Youngest son’s latest project:  “building” a volcano, then shooting vinegar and baking soda tinted with red food coloring out of it.  Thanks for the Christmas, gift, Grandma!

I was sitting at the kitchen island on Wednesday, hard at work on a magazine article.  My cleaning lady interrupted to ask if she should mop, since she was just there and we haven’t been home.  “No,” I said, “but you should probably vacuum in here.”  She paused and looked at me quizzically.  “I just vacuumed,” she said. “I vacuumed the whole kitchen, right up to your chair.”  What?  Really?  Good news: I am apparently very focused while working.