I hate Caroline. I feel like I ought to like it because of the ethereal thing which I usually love, but somehow she makes me want to barf. Too sweet.
Speaking of things that make me barf, video games really do a number on me. Maybe I have some inner ear thingie, but I can't play them for more than about ten minutes. Which is fine because they do NOTHING for me. But occasionally my son will persuade me to play video games with him, and everytime I do, I'm bored out of my gourd. Except for DDR, which is awesome. I think the problem is that I am excessively non-competitive, at least in the sports/games arena of life.
I am kind of competitive about being a mother, though. I want my son to be successful to show a single mom can do a good job.
Speaking of inappropriately sexy things, my son and I always make a point of visiting the doggy hooker section of Target (as we call it), whenever we are there. It's fascinating - who buys this stuff? Why would you dress you dog in a bling encrusted pink velour boob tube? Or a friggin' tutu?