Blue is so my color. When the salesperson said that she had just the suit for me: one that could transform me into an OC-hottie... It didn't even occur to me that we were going for a Mischa Barton look. I don't think we'll be going back to that store again anytime soon.

Designs on a dumptruck. Don't even try to talk sense into a boy who has found the dumptruck of his dreams. He's insulted that you even thought you could place the truck in the other side of the cart.

All I know is that... he jumped over a very high security fence, broke into my garage, ran off with my tool belt... And on top of that, he apparently managed to steal my heart.

An exception to the rule. In my secret backyard dugout, it's usually a boys-only hangout. (Or perhaps it's just a no mommies allowed sortof situation down there.) In late May, Aurora knocked down my wall of gender segregation on account of her dingle-berry-hemmed bloomers.