Our long national nightmare is over. Farewell, Sanjaya, and good luck in those Michael Jackson lookalike competitions.

But I'm still bummed that he didn't sing "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy" on country night.

There was an e-mail caught by my Comcast spam filter this morning with this subject line: Experience a revolution in your pants.

How I would love to see that on Spamusement, one of my favorite sites.

Two mom things:

I feel awful about the shootings at Virginia Tech. I keep thinking about those parents yesterday hearing about it and wondering if their kids had been victims. Would it have made me feel so sad if I wasn't a mother?

And ...



That makes me feel woefully inadequate.