And she's off...

OK, so Brenna just pulled out of the driveway, on her way down to Columbus to take the bar exam. Cross your fingers, say your prayers, send your reiki, rub your rabbit's foot, whatever you can do is appreciated! Of course, most of all, she's a smart lady and has studied hard, and I'm confident that she will do what she needs to do down there...

In the meantime, it's full time Mr. Mom duty for me (and the girls), for three days. Cross your fingers, say your prayers, send your reiki, rub your rabb -- oops, I already used up all that, didn't I? Suddenly, I feel like Michael Keaton:



Anyway, here' the first Single Dad Dilemma to ponder. Tomorrow I take Abra (and, by default, Thalia) to swim lessons at the pool. To get to the pool itself, you have to go through the showers. How, pray tell, do I do this -- drag 'em through the men's locker room with their eyes closed, or shove 'em towards the women's locker room and hope they come out the other side?

egad, they didn't teach me this stuff in grad school....