When I was a young, naive child, I had a blanket.This blanket was my most prized possession.I called it "Mickey Blanket."Here it sits, in all its Mickey glory:Mickey Blanket possessed magical powers, or so I believed.Whenever I was sick, I would bunch Mickey Blanket into a ball and squeeze him against whatever part of me hurt: my stomach, my head, my knee ("growing pains" according to my...

...but this was destined to be done eventually. Here, I will record all of the fascinating (to me) conversations I have with my darling mom--termed Mummsie by me in a fit of boredom. Like now.Quotes:ME: Hey, mom, the strawberries were frozen inside after being in the fridge. You think there's something wrong with the temperature...thingy?MUMMSIE: They were frozen in the fridge?ME: Yes, they were...