You know you have a Facebook addiction when your “friends” include the parents of the kids you used to know in preschool. You know who you are.

You may have sent them a so-called “friend request,” but in reality, they are a notch on your Facebook belt.  Have you ever noticed that when your list of Facebook “friends” started growing, your real-life friends started dwindling?  No?  That’s because you are a Facebook junkie!  You wouldn’t notice if your house was on fire!

For the first 16 years of my married life, I was the only person in my family without a Y chromosome.

I can’t help thinking that the Y chromosome was aptly named.  “Why?” is a question I have asked my boys innumerable times since the day they were born.

Sometimes I have a brain malfunction.  It’s something about my wiring that makes me stop in the middle of a sentence and forget what I was saying.  Perhaps I am a bit ADOS (AD Oh, Shiny!)  That would be a typical diagnosis for someone who forgets her children’s names and leaves a pot of hard-boiled eggs on the stove so long that they explode.  That’s normal… isn’t it?