"Oh mayonnaise!" says 3-year-old Felix at dinner last night about the dollop of white stuff that somehow escaped onto the table in front of him, thus coining my new favorite exclamation.
"Oh mayonnaise," I think this morning when I remember that I have somehow signed myself on for a Google Hangout tonight. Perhaps you've noticed, but I'm not too hip to the social media know-how. Actually I'm shockingly unsocial and luddite for an...ahem...blogger. So, finding myself in this situation is fairly terrifying. Will you come? Hold my hand. Join me for a beer? (Is that totally inappropriate? I'm pretty sure I'm going to be having a beer.)