Recently added item to my Amazon wish list: Flanimals, a children's book by The Office creator, Ricky Gervais. I also added More Flanimals, his not-yet-released follow up. Is there anything this man doesn't do? He makes me feel like I'm wasting my life. I also recently added the new DVD of All the President's Men and a DVD collection of Samurai Jack.

Must. Stop. Reading. Bracket. Analysis.

SkooterPie is on spring break this week. Wouldn't it be convenient of the school teacher hubby and the second-grader kid were on spring break the same week? Yes, it would be. Instead I get to be jealous about the fact that SkooterPie is on vacation. Except he's taken it up on himself to replace the roof on the garage (that also serves as his studio) by himself. So I'm not jealous. Because yuck. What I am is worried that he'll fall off the roof and kill himself. Which would suck. Because then the work he started would never get finished. I kid. It would suck because I love my husband and would like very much for us to grow old together.

Jesse has been learning a valuable financial lesson this year. I told him that I'd put $10 on his snack card at Lindenwood at the first of every month. That's all he's getting until next month, so he'd better make it last. Yesterday he told me that he has $1 left. I told him too bad. We had a deal. I suggested he spend his money more wisely next month, and I'll pack him some snacks to take along in his backpack until then. He's really interested in money. He likes collecting coins. And he asks me detailed questions about how much money stuff costs and how much money people make in certain jobs. This weekend while mom was visiting Jesse pointed out our neighbor to mom. "That's Jay," he said. "He's a firefighter. He doesn't make a lot of money." Mom fell out laughing. I had told Jesse some weeks ago that in my opinion firefighters and police officers don't make enough money for what they do. I thought they deserve to be paid more because their jobs are so demanding and dangerous. I didn't really expect him to announce loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear that our neighbor's paycheck is lacking. But that's the thing with kids. They have big mouths.