Just a few days ago, Jason and I were talking about how the recent change in temperature is reminiscent of “earthquake weather.”

Then weird stuff starting happening.

My computer turned itself on from across the room.

Jason’s car alarm started going off for no reason.

The lights flashed.

And then, last night, sitting on the couch watching “It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown” with Squid, it happened.

The house started to shake. The lights twittered. The floor rolled. I jumped off the couch with Squid in my arms and ran to the entrance of the kitchen, bracing the two of us in the doorway. About 6 seconds later, it stopped.

“There’s no such thing as earthquake weather?” Yeah, right.

We haven’t even gone trick or treating yet, and I’ve already consumed about a pound of chocolate.

Not good.

Help me stop!

This weekend was Boo at the Zoo. The boys dressed up in their costumes, grandma paid a visit and strangely enough, no one took any pictures of the animals.

On Sunday, Daddy, Me and Squid went to Rodeo Beach and tried (mostly unsuccessfully) to fly a kite. What else? Oh, Squid dropped his peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the sand, which (i didn’t mean to do that! sandwich, sand which) the seagulls then ate.

Halloween in 2 days! Oooooohhhhhhhhhh!*

*That’s a spooky sound.

First they take my yoga guy away. Then they jack up the monthly bill. Oh, Comcast, you silly, silly consumer trap.

How weird that I just got through writing a post on urogynecology and then saw Janice Dickinson talking about it on Chelsea Lately. But, of course, Janice botched up the whole thing when she referred to the procedure she had done (vaginal rejuvination) as “clitoral circumcision.” What a fool. Clitoral circumcision is most certainly not the same thing. Clitoral circumcision is genital mutilation, which occurs in many African countries as part of a “tradition.” If you ask me, any kind of circumcision is just plain evil.

I’ve been feeling so tired lately. I don’t know if it’s because we’ve been turning on the heat in the mornings or what.

I find myself dozing off on the couch in the afternoon and going to sleep before 10.

Before 10! That’s when all the really good stuff comes on T.V.

I never go to sleep before 10! What’s up?

What a rip off. One of the gourds and one pumpkin have already molded from when we bought them at the Pumpkin Patch. Shouldn’t they last, oh I don’t know, months??

I am so tired of making the same old meals all the time. Ugh. Blah. Blech. Arg.

I need easy recipes. Good recipes.

If there is one area where my creativity suffers, it’s in the kitchen. You can only have tacos so many times a month, you know?

Maybe my new project (as if I don’t already have enough of those) will be to become a better cook. Just thinking about that makes me want to go for a nap.

Snooze.