I found this graphic on Une femme d'un certain age's website to be so perfect that I had to showcase it here:

I have some friends and family members who are too much about keeping an utterly clean house. I have often thought of the wonderful things they could be doing with their time besides cleaning. Over and over again. What could they have accomplished in their lives with the hours and days that were instead devoted to cleaning?
Elsewhere in the blogosphere and on Twitter, we have a raging debate going on over the merits of minivans. Girl's Gone Child is considering getting a minivan. The comments that are rolling in from all directions are funny. And interesting. And sympathetic. I too once owned a minivan. When my daughter was an infant I caved in and got one. It was comfortable and useful. It was great for traveling. It easily held all of her baby stuff and included a handy dvd player screen that dropped from the ceiling. But truthfully, it was not a "cool" vehicle to drive. It was such a "mom" vehicle. I got rid of it after only a few years. I was ready for a car again. But I see both sides of the argument.
In other news I got these new Michael Kors shoes (except mine are red):
I wore these shoes today to take Toot to the doctor. She had an earache. And wouldn't you know it, she has a middle ear infection. We have to get this thing cleared up by next week because she is flying with me to NYC. And we all know that ear infections and plane rides don't mix.
I did not remember that the doctor's office had wooden floors. These turned out to be the loudest shoes in the history of all time. I could not walk quietly to save my life. Everyone kept looking as we walked down the hall to the examination room. And then when we walked back to the front of the office. And as we walked through Walgreen's. You get the picture. I really need to put some of the anti-skid things on the bottoms of these shoes to soften the noise.
And these shoes are fairly tall. I felt like an amazon because the little nurse's assistant at the clinic was only about 4 and a half feet tall. She was tiny. And there I was with these 4 inch heels (the website says 3.5 inches but I measured them at 4) added to my 5 feet 5 inch height. So I was towering over her and clomping around on the wooden floors. It was completely distracting.
But the shoes are fairly comfortable. And aren't they cute? That's what counts. Right?