Sometimes things happen around the house and I have to run and jot them down so I remember to write about them. Earlier tonight was one of those times.
We were eating dinner and my older son asked, "What does miscellaneous mean?"
"It means a lot of different things," I told him.
"How many things?" he asked.
"No, it means a lot of different things," I changed the inflection so he would understand better. He didn't hear my italics, though. He just stared at me with his head cocked like the RCA dog wondering at the magic sound coming from the stereo speakers.
Then I explained it to him thoroughly, but that part's not funny, so I won't go into it. You'll just have to trust me that he gets it now.
Also, since this post is about miscellaneous items, the 100th person signed up to follow this blog today. That makes me feel like I've accomplished something. Thanks everybody for signing up in the first place, even if you only read that one post; thanks everybody who faithfully lurks (and hopefully laughs); and thanks especially to those of you who share your thoughts regularly through the comments and your own blogs, it's been great getting to know you!
(NOTE: Damn, that was sappy. WTF?)