Did you know that the American Mother's Day started off as an activist holiday, created by Julia Ward Howe in protest of the Civil War? The proclamation is ( here )

I however didn't spend the day protesting war. I spent it protesting weeds- and unsightly toenails. Now my garden is spiffy and my toenails are pink and TMOTH is putting the kids to bed after having bathed them and all is well.

Thanks for noticing!

We bought our new fridge on October 7th. I know- you're impressed that I'm so organized that i know that, right? I mean, seriously- I must be the queen of all things domestic to just know that off the top of my head, right? Nope. I know that because I just got off the phone with the good people from Kenmore who informed me that my less than one-month-old fridge is not covered by whatever warranty that would allow me to replace the drawer that I cracked while putting away groceries today. How many times in your life have you tried to close the door while the crisper was still open? Zillions? Gillions? I've done it a few times, but never with much force, really. And this was no exception. I bumped the door closed with my (seriously- non bionic ) hip and then there was this horrible crunching noise and now there's this big Frankenstein like crack down the middle of the thing. I would call it Frankendrawer, but that would belie the seriously sick feeling I have in my stomach. Why do I have this sick feeling, you ask? Simply put, this is just the one thing that did *not* need to happen in my life right now. Not only do I have to break the news to TMOTH (who will be frustrated but fine), but I have to witness my own idiocy day after day after day because a new drawer will cost more than my kids college educations. Apparently that clear plastic is actually made of crystal. Waterford crystal. And rather than just having the drawer shipped from whatever third-world child labor run factory that makes the things for .75 apiece, it will have to be handblown by some craftsperson who spent years learning the fine art of crisper drawer blowing.

Crap.