Today, I’ve Got Lots of Questions. And No Answers.
Why is half of my hair straight and the other half curly with ringlets?
Why is my bust five inches smaller than my hips?
Why do my husband AND my child talk in their sleep?
Why does my home still smell like last night’s fish even though I cleaned and lit a candle and kept all the windows open and all the fans running over night?
Why does my child grind his teeth at not even three years old?
Why does Los Angeles have the highest poverty rate of any US city and it costs one million dollars to buy a house here and yet tens of thousands of immigrants move here every week?
Why do we not have a million dollars so that we can have a yard and send our son to a decent public school, and yet all these other schmucks do?
Why does skunk sometimes smell like coffee (or is it just me)?
Why do we still have daylight savings time?
Why do cholos continue to tag up our predominantly white, un-gang-affiliated street?
Why has my son suddenly developed an obsession with booger-picking?
Why does society continue to be offended by gay people?
Why do so many books get published with lousy syntax and obvious punctuation errors?
Why do I dream about spiders and other bugs?
Why do I dream about using my flying skills to get ahead in life?
Why have I not figured out how to use my flying skills in real life?
Why is it so hard to say bye-bye to night time diapers when they used to not exist at all?
Why can’t I get more people to read my blog?
Why can’t I write posts with answers?
Why do I have more fat on one side of my stomach than the other?
Why can’t I get a friggin’ iPhone 4?
Why are the people on “reality” shows so gross?
Why did Ricky Lake’s house burn down?
Why must we need a new mattress when we are trying to save for a house?
Why am I looking online at kitchen cabinets when we still live in rental?
Why am I hungry for dinner at 4:30?
Why must it always involve bacon?