Day Three here, and already I'm starting to question this blog's whole raison d'etre (that's "reason for etre," for those of you who don't speak French). In my head, I can hear Homer Simpson's voice yelling, "Be more funny!" But hey, I'm up, I've eaten, and it's still too soggy to go outside, so...

The Ohio Supreme Court just upheld a law that allows police to give speeding tickets based, not on radar, but on how fast they think the driver was going. To be fair, though, only policemen who've passed a special training course can make that call. The guy teaching the class? Jim Joyce.

Having a kid can be a real ego-busting experience. I remember one day, I was driving my daughter somewhere - she must have been about 3 years old - when she looked up at me from her little car seat and said, "Mommy, when I grow up, I want to be just like you." I was touched. "Really? In what way, sweetheart?" She smiled. "I want to have a car of my own."

Eventually, of course, your kids grow up. We sent ours to a small school in Indiana where the dean assured us they'd be acting In Loco Parentis. I told him she already had two crazy parents.

I made an appointment to see a cardiologist next week. I wasn't worried about it at all until I got this form in the mail that they want me to fill out. The very first question - and I'm not kidding - is: "Do you have a Living Will?"