Quote of the Day: "There's a fine line between folk art and tacky, and I'm not going to cross it."
What I'm reading: Just finished Wednesday Sisters, which was like The Help but with feminism instead of racism, and instead of white female typists, the women all fortuitously turn out to be great writers. I have my own thoughts about careers versus competence (I'll find the link to that post sometime) but I'm still glad I can have my own money and command the kind of universal respect from bank managers and appliance salesmen that any overlooked and easily dismissed undersized stay-at-home mother gets.

I'm cleaning everything in sight. In my mind I call it "cleaning everything not nailed down." Sometimes I just say to myself "Go the Distance," like that voice in Field of Dreams. Because, cleaning house is a lot like pro baseball, when it comes down to it. Except for the stunning absence of handsome young athletes, it's pretty much exactly the same.

Come on over! You have 12 hours before this gleamingness expires.