Because of bad sad soggy head, I cannot blog tonight. In fact, I'm about to take to Advil PM, go to bed and hope for happy head tomorrow.

The other day a friend mentioned that her mother had never raised her voice in all my friend's born days. Wow. Then someone else said one of my family members also never raised his voice. In fact, he never would have even considered saying anything as rude as, Hurry up. Wow.

Then I remembered that my best friend growing up, her mother, in all the millions of hours I spent in that home, NEVER raised her voice . . . EVER. Wow. Not even when my friend stopped the tub, turned on the faucet full blast and then walked out of the bathroom and left the situation to its own devices . . . which well you can imagine. I was there. The mother discovered the flood and merely advised us to not do that again. Her voice had only the slightest speck of annoyance . . . no, I wouldn't even call it that. More like defeat. Gentle whipped defeat, but nothing more. No, resignation. Yes, that was it, temporary resignation.

KEM is sorry to report that she has failed to reach such heights of human decorum and self-control. Oh, dear, not even close to these human marvels of sainthood.

Unmarvelous KEM