So today I went to Seattle by myself for the whole day. I had a ton of errands to do, but I didn't realize it was the Saturday before the Superbowl, and it was crazy everywhere. There was even a mad rush on Veggie Booty at Trader Joes, leaving none for me to buy (Sad faces of twins here).

Everywhere I went, I would chat randomly with people, until I was clued in to the fact that I still had my "island" face on. Here, everyone just chats with you in the shops like you're actually out shopping together, but I learned today that people in Seattle will assume you're off your meds and back away slowly if you start chatting them up. I would say "my bad" here, but Jack has forbidden me from using any kind of pop slang, because it's "just so wrong, mom."

Mitch called me and burst my retail bubble by saying that our insurance would not cover his most recent surgery and we owe them about the price of a new car. Luckily, I'm now making money off of this blog from the ads at the top. So far I've made 94 cents. Now I can say I'm a working mother!