Why?

Why is it that even though I'm in my 30s, I still suffer from zits? Thank you, Riley, for pointing them all out to me...and reassuring me that I still look good, despite the bumps in random spots on my face?

Why does my son stick his hand down my shirt while I'm standing at gymnastics talking to other moms? It just isn't right.

Why am I losing all this hair and is it possible I'll need Rogaine?

Why can't I watch a show I've DVRed and have it not be interrupted by some news show? I missed Sunday's episode of Big Brother 10 because of that CBS show that preceeds it and that frustrates me.

Why does Ronan insist on pushing his loud toys around the house when Ryan and I are trying to watch the Sopranos? Is he telling us he would rather not listen to all that profanity?

Why can't stomach rolls and leg chub look cute when you are 31? They look darn cute on Thalia, but not me. So unfair.

Why do I have to cheat on Sudoku (or Sue-doh-key-oh as Riley says it) but tell myself that I did it all pn my own?

Why do McDonald's french fries have to taste so good? Whoever thought those up either weighs 400 pounds or has it out for the little person.

Why do I feel it necessary to spend at least $100 everytime I go into Costco. Do I need 4 pounds of garlic? Absolutely not.

Why is it that chapstick requires you to administer it all the time? Those people are geniuses. They make you use it up and force you to buy more because your lips can't live without them. I have started my kids on it and it's not a good thing.

Why do Terrible Two's even exist? It isn't hard enough that I had to carry the child in my uterus for 39 weeks and breastfeed him FORVER...now I have to go through this?

Why does Ronan have an obsession with shoes? And why did I have to get Riley 2 pairs for school? I guess I should consider the source.

Why does one have armpit hair? It serves no purpose, but as a reminder that one would need to shave before putting on a tank top and leaving the house to go into public. Thank you, Ronan for playing with mine, so I knew I had to do something about it.

Why did I buy that gallon of Chocolate Mint Chip ice cream from the Schwan Man? He knew I didn't need it, yet he forced me, yes, he held that catalog right up to my throat and FORCED me to purchase, not one, but two gallons of ice cream. He should be whacked. (I'm kidding...that is the Sopranos coming out of me.)