I'm just really not very cool anymore.

My Saturday night, to wit:

1. The Kid and I watch National Lampoon's Vacation. I make him help me clean the kitchen when the "sexy" parts come on. He proves that he is totally my kid when he gets overly concerned with the whole 'Aunt Edna is dead' part, and later tells me that he didn't really like it because they were so mean about her. I hate comedies that involve dead bodies. It makes me really uncomfortable. Vacation gets a pass, however, because on a family road trip, my family pulled a pull-the-car-over-to-the-side-of-the-road, everyone-jumps-out-screaming, not because of a dead aunt, but because of the announcement, "Mom, Molly's wretching!"
2. After I get The Kid to bed, I spend the next two hours playing with the new toy I got from my mom on Easter. The Mr. Clean Magic Eraser. I'm not going to go all domestic product placement blog on you, but I swear to God, this is the best thing that ever happened to my bathroom. Seriously, clean your grout with this thing. It was kind of orgasmic.

So, yeah, I've reached that point in my adult life where the most exciting thing that happened to me all weekend was that I found a product that will get the slimy crap out of my grout and aptly cleans the jacuzzi jets in my master bath. And not only that, I am so psyched about it that I've chosen to write about it in my blog.

I'm so awesome.