My thoughts for the day. Enjoy.

I love to watch the news and look for stories about people being stupid. One of my favorites recently was the woman who called 911 when McDonalds ran out of chicken nuggets. Come on, that's got to make you a little nervous about the average IQ in this country, because she's dragging it down. Even more reassuring is a poll I saw on the news this morning that found a quarter of Americans asked about the bailout don't realized it's funded by the taxpayers. They seem to think that the federal government just has a bunch of money laying around somewhere that they get from Santa Claus. Now whether you're for or against the bailout, please tell me you know that the federal government runs off of taxes. It'll make me feel better.

Speaking of stupid, it turns out Jessie and I can't follow directions properly. We went to our monthly dinner with his side of the family last night at a steakhouse in Murray. Instead of following the google directions, which were very simple and would have taken us straight there, we drove around in circles through a bunch of parking lots for fifteen minutes before realizing our primary mistake was not knowing the difference between north and south. Whoops. Good thing one of us in school. I blame him for not sharing his knowledge with his poor sad wife, who used to be a genius but lost all sense of logic and brainpower when her bain cells were fried giving brith to his child.

Speaking of the child, I think her crankiness was indeed due to some bug or teething issue, and not a permanent personality defect, because she's much more cheerful now. Hallelujah. Now instead of yelling at me randomly, she's busy walking around carrying socks, wet wipes, rags, shoes, slinkies, croquet mallets, and anything else she can get her hands on. Perferably in her mouth if she can handle it. She's also figured out that you can talk into phones and sing into microphones. Unfortunately, she hasn't figured out that you don't need to stick a microphone all the way into your mouth to make it work. So fair warning. If you come to our house, and Madeline offers you her microphone to sing into, don't take it unless you like digesting other people's saliva.