It's never a good sign . . . when a member of your household emerges from the bathroom laughing so hard her face is red and she can barely turn on the fan and slam the door shut behind her.

I was in the airport security line the other day and the guy behind me had an industrial-size tray of ham sandwiches. He ran off for a second -- there was no line, I have no idea why -- so I asked the TSA guy, "Um, should I put those through the X-ray?" He said, "He is coming back, you know, don't think you can take some." I explained that I just didn't know sandwiches needed to be X-rayed. He told me, "Anything that goes on a plane, goes through there. Unless it's alive." So in the sandwiches went.

It's been record-warm here since Christmas. I mean it's gotten above freezing every single day, and nearly all of January has been ice-free. I've even gone jogging twice. Crazy!!

She's STILL laughing. 

¶ 9:58 PM