Remember how Dr. Science knew more than you do?

I went blog surfing this morning. Found my way from blog to blog to blog to ones that were full of funny hip young people.

It reminded me of Dr. Science - where you were supposed to ask him your questions, 'cause he knows more than you do. Only I was thinking you should just read those other blogs, 'cause they're funnier than I am.

Only I really don't know them, or how I got there. I'm sure they'd think I was a weirdy if you all went there and said I sent you. It would be yet worse if you linked back to me and they were appalled at how this boring stranger found them and linked to them. Freaked out, I think.

So ... no linky love for my surfing.

You might be wondering what I'm doing posting in the middle of the morning, anyway. Or, if you're like me, you just assume that the blog entry was written whenever you were *reading* it, so you didn't think twice about it being posted in the middle of the morning, because surely you are reading this in the evening, after your day and work is done and the children are nestled all snug in their beds.

But I'm writing it in the middle of the morning, still in my fuzzy-wuzzy robe, with my KOOL socks on.

My excuse for this, in addition to the week of sleep I promised myself last week, is that we have sickies in the house. Always an occasion to stay in jammies and do nothing in my book. The Grand Lunar didn't feel well yesterday. Tobiwan Kenobi had a headache which turned horrible and resulted in unhappy barfing. Gark also developed a headache. And I have a gassy tummy ache. Which is probably more than you want to know. 'Cause talking about kids barfing is under mom-blog-topics, but gaseous anomalies really are not. I wonder why that is? I wouldn't mention the tummy ache except I've had it for a few days. What's up with that? And then my friend told me to eat charcoal briquettes or something. No, no, she didn't really say that. But she said I should get some activated charcoal or something, and since I'm not leaving the house today, the briquettes are the closest I could come. Or maybe the graphite in pencils is close enough?

What? Where was I?

Oh yeah. So one of my children is running around in a Captain America muscle suit, two are wearing winter hats and gloves for unknown reasons, and one decided he'd feel much better if he had some computer time. ::Insert suspicious look:: That's only four. Two haven't woken up yet. These two have inherited their father's capacity to sleep. I used to be able to sleep late, too, but not since I turned mommish.

I have fun pix from the park yesterday I could show you, but I guess maybe getting showered and dressed might help me become productive today. I have some laundry to sort-and-fold. Other than that, it looks like a low laying video day for the household.

Oh, and the Grand Lunar said I should change my name in the internetosphere to "sarcastic sugar" ... what do you think? Of course actually changing it anywhere is probably too much effort for me, but I have to admit it has the ring of accuracy to it. Except for maybe the sugar part. Maybe I'm more of a sarcastic lemon. Oh, or Splenda, the Fake Sugar. I could be Sarcastic Splenda, The Fake Sugar With a BITE.