I love coincidences. Lately, my husband and I have been re-watching Star Trek: The Next Generation episodes via Netflix. Tonight, the episode "Elementary, Dear Data" has arrived.
Massive headache = horribly embarrassing moment of upchucking in the middle of the mall (into a recycling container at least) = go home = medication = passed out for two hours = woke up feeling w
Today I received four messages that were - in some way - variations on a similar theme. The best one (and the prime example of the whole set) was this, from Twitter:
Every now and then, when I spend any sort of time with a kid (like I did today, visiting wee little Moe, the wonderful and funny little son of two of my oldest friends), I think about how differe