Cripes! A Web site like this is bound to cause me financial problems. I really, really want a chicken butt T-shirt. And a "Donna Martin Graduates" T-shirt. And a "Sparkle Motion" T-shirt. And a Team Pluto T-shirt. Tee hee.

I watched "50 first dates" on cable this weekend, and Jesse came into the bedroom toward the end of the movie to snuggle with me. "How did the girl lose her memory?" he asked me. "She was riding her bicycle without a helmet and fell and cracked her head open," I told him. That's totally not what happened. But I saw it as a teaching moment, and I seized the chance to drill home the importance of wearing his helmet.