Not sure where to start. Haven’t blogged decently for a couple days, due to sitterdom. Um… let’s see. Life lessons of the past few days!

1. Trying to convince a terrified 7-year-old that thunderstorms are not scary is not nearly as cute or fun as one would imagine.
   

2. Finishing Wicked and watching The Wizard of Oz (at the behest of said 7-year-old) the same day is not recommended.
   

3. Which reminds me! Rebecca and Tanja, go here.
   

4. Seeing Marcelina without glasses is unsettling.
   

5. I am beyond awesome at lasertag and beyond painfully awful at Dance Dance Revolution.
   

6. Rachel and I are supercool, as we cunningly managed to get a large percentage of the room hooked on Firefly. Of course, as the most vocal in their appreciation of the show (read: Marcelina) are now rabid Jayne fans, I am quite curious as to what they’ll think about “Ariel.”
   

7. Chungy and I have grown apart a lot more than I realized. That was a shock.
   

8. But her mom makes awesome omelettes in a very tight time frame. I never imagined I would like onions in omelettes, much less bell peppers, but wow, that omelette rocked.
   

9. I am now quite convinced that my inability to remember names and faces is the result of some Eternal Sunshine-like memory erasure debacle. When running errands this afternoon, outside Barnes and Noble, a girl my age called out my name, and we small talked for five minutes, and I still have no idea who she was. Am I really that out of touch with my surroundings?
   

10. I feel like there should be a tenth. Um… after over two years, the theme song to Arthur still makes me twitch violently. And searching my blog for a recap link, I realize I never blogged about it, probably due to excessive mental trauma. Maybe I will eventually. (Edit: Oh! I did post! A bit. Ici. Halloween 2001!)

And now I’m going to read some of “A Hat Full of Sky” now (finally acquired today) and go to sleep, because staying up until past 4 and waking up to have to face the kidlets isn’t cool.

P.S.: Elphaba jokes “Yero my hero.” So shouldn’t “Fiyero” be pronounced fi-YEER-oh and not fee-YAIR-oh?