Side note: Fiona, you're right - Tidbits is a satisfying little word. And yes, it sounds like cat food.
Another way I'm weird: sometimes I'm psychic about which elevator will come. There are three elevators in our office building - you push one button, one of three will soon open. Sometimes I feel strongly that one certain elevator will be the one to open. Typical of me - I'm psychic about something lame, like which elevator will open, rather than something useful like lottery numbers or when my children are about to swallow something dangerous.
Rock and I have two friends who are going through difficult situations. The good news is that apparently, he and I are the reliable friends who can be turned to in times of crisis and be counted on for advice and assistance. This makes me feel good about us. We're solid and people trust us. OMG, I think we're grownups.
And I know, I KNOW, this is mean, but I'm truly surprised that some of the people I was friends with in school have turned into "Praise the Lord" Christians who post wacky religious stuff on Facebook. One of them just posted, "Another great day in my life - Thanks God for looking after me!!!" A few months ago, he said something about waiting on God's big "O" moment and I could.not.stop.laughing. No no, don't worry about me - I've been going to hell for years.
I'm almost to 200 posts! What should we do to commemorate that? Have a contest, ask me questions, what? I hit 100 posts last year and posted pictures of the whole family. What would you like to see this year?