Lady Plugs

The best thing about my to-flush, not-to flush post? Cole has brought to my attention the term "lady plug." I like it. So from here on, tampons will be referred to as LadyPlugs. I'll have a whole dictionary of new terms by the time this blog dies. I'm generally not a fan of calling things that-which-they-are-not, but I think in this case, the new term is much more concise as the old one. Way to go Cole. You get ten points.

This weekend was pretty good. Saturday was wonderful, Sunday was kinda bla thanks to the cold-that-won't-die. We looked at a few cars for Dave but, since we don't have the insurance money yet, can't actually commit to anything. I really don't like car shopping and if Dave is happy, I'm happy. I'm hoping to avoid going to any more dealerships. Granted, I'll probably protest if he suggests buying a two-door Porche for less than 10K -- I mean, there just isn't space for two car seats in one of those things, let alone two full-sized adults -- but, barring the ridiculous(ly small) sports car, I could really care less. If he'll spare me from the icky used-car sales people and the still-smells-like-smoke-despite-ten-coconut-air-fresheners "pre-owned" vehicles, I might even throw in an extra $500 from my secret stash.