Yep, I need another one.

No, not a cocktail (although this is not a bad idea and is NEVER a bad idea when you have two small-ish children). A blog. Why? Because, while I love the blog I use to keep track of my kids (since I am admittedly too lazy to actually record their milestones with that ancient tool, the pencil), there is just so much I don't say in there. Not that any of it is of any importance, but when you spend your days with the aforementioned small-ish kids, you sometimes need an outlet that (a) does not talk back and/or ask you "but, why, mommy, why?" and (b) feels vaguely like a job that is not mommy-hood (albeit not a job you're paid for or anything like a job at all, really, other than that you use a computer for something other than searching for you-tube videos to occupy your kids for just 5 more minutes while you unload the dishwasher/fold laundry/scrape food remnants off the floor). Ahem. Where was I? Oh yes. My obvious need for an outlet. And mostly an outlet for all the times a day I think "what the hell is THAT about?" Seriously, I think it all the time. Is this normal? I don't know. There's just so much weird s**t in this world and I feel compelled to point it out. So that is what I will do, along with a lot of other random musings of my choice. Expect many mentions of pet peeves and less mentions of the cute/lovable/annoying/disgusting things my children do. And expect lots of parentheses because I just love them (hence the address of this blog). I just do. Along with the adverb. Love 'em. Seriously. Really. Truly. Okay, I'll be back when the mood overtakes me.