I was wearing corduroy bell bottoms and had my hair in an unfortunate bowl cut (thanks mom and dad, it was low maintenance, but really!), I also had this:

I remember it being very cool, where you put the little plates, seen on the left, into the center part. You could then interchange them and make different outfits.  Then, you would do something similar to a coin rubbing, where you would gently pencil over the plates, and it would color in the outfit.

It turns out they are still making this! And it’s only twenty dollars!

Yes, I am a total dork.  Thank you, that is all. 

via CelebrityBabyScoop
You’ve heard about child labour laws, and (maybe with the exception of how they apply to the babysitting and lawnmowing industries) you support them. We are as of one mind in this. But how, then, are we to feel when multi-millionairess Gwendolyn Stefani-Rossdale avails herself of some underage Kingston power during a (not inexpensive to attend) concert? I say we take action now, lest future performances by, say, the Rolling Stones, be marred by the brutal exploitation of their, uh, great-grandchildren or something.

I’m writing this knowing that at any moment, they could come and take me away.  I tell you this story because I trust you not to rat me out, my friends. 

You see, last week, my son began coughing.

And coughing, and coughing, and for good measure, coughing some more. Of course it got worse at night, as it always does, and no amount of vaporizer mist or propped pillows or cough drops would make it go away. Some nights it would take him almost two hours to fall asleep because he just couldn’t stop. Then he would wake up in the middle of the night, you guessed it, coughing and would take another hour to fall asleep. 

When he first became ill, I wanted to reach for the cough medicine, especially for the horrible night-times.  But wait a minute, the FDA had something to say about that.  Mainly, don’t do it, Glinda.

I am nothing if not a law-abiding citizen who also votes in every election, so the medicine stayed in the cabinet.

For four nights we all suffered miserably, and I could only hope that it would go away on it’s own.  Colds go away on their own, right?  But seriously, on the fifth night my husband and I looked at each other in despair.  It was 9:30pm, and still my son could not fall asleep.

Sleep deprived and desperate, we whispered about what we should do.  And we came up with ignoring the FDA.  People, don’t try this trick at home.

My husband came up with the idea, I just want to establish that. 

We had two bottles of cough medicine just sitting there, calling our names.  Both had been used before without any incident.  I did some research on the FDA findings, and came away with the feeling that the unfortunate child deaths came from either overdosing or use in a child that was too young.

So, we took a deep breath and trying not to feel like scofflaws, we measured out a small dose and administered it. 

Blessed sleep for all of us, finally.  

And if you just so happen to be watching an episode of Cops, don’t be surprised to see them ordering a woman to “drop the wand, lady!”

That would be me.