Things we'd all love to say, but don't.

Sometimes Mary's not paying attention and I have to rib her. We were walking around the neighborhood the other day. I was looking at houses, she was paying attention to the dog. We were walking past a pale yellow house with a grayish-white roof.

Me: "White shingles don't look right on that house."
Mary: "On the roof?"
Me: "No, on the lawn."

HA! She builds doll houses, not airplanes and spaceships. So she probably knows that Victorian (and some other) houses will sometimes have shingles for siding.

Matter of fact, the next house in line DID have shingle siding, and that's what confused her. It was not, however, white. I'm still trying to train her to see the obvious.

OK. As far as things we don't say, on the rare occasions when I'm in the express lane and realize the guy in front of me has waaay more than ten items, I don't think I've ever called them on it. I just sit there and .