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1. This weekend, those of us haunted by Daylight Savings Time will get an extra hour of sleep.  I'm very excited about this. I have big plans for that extra hour.  Not to give it away, but I really hope to be sleeping.  Didn't see that coming, did you?

2. This morning I wondered briefly what it might be like to add some cinnamon vanilla spice into my coffee grinds before I brewed a pot.  I wondered whether it might be a delicious combination or a very bad idea, but the fact that it could very well be all kinds of gross and ruin an entire (and essential) pot of first-thing-in-the-morning-coffee prompted me to leave well enough alone.  If one of you could give it a try and let me know how it goes, that would be greatly appreciated.

3. Sacha would love to eat my Cheerios.  She's been perched near me while I'm eating, staring intently at my bowl and occasionally attempting to get her tongue near enough the milk to try some.  I'm not actually convinced she'd eat the Cheerios, but I'm quite confident that she would lick each and every one in order to drink every last drop of milk.  And then... well, then bad things would happen.  Things that require a lot of paper towel and nose-holding to clean up.

4. It's been somewhat subtly pointed out to me that I have yet to post the answers to my 'What's This Wednesday' from a few weeks ago.  Congratulations to Dawn who guessed them all correctly!  Please contact someone who you feel confident will give you a prize.  I don't really have any prizes unless you want to come over so I can cook for you.  Which you are most welcome to do!

5. This is my 35th Schmozzle.  Thirty five.  I know I ought to say something extremely wise and profound, given that most of the past Schmozzles are collections of wisdom and profundity.  Perhaps, though, for the 35th we'll break the pattern and just post miscellany instead.  Love it.

6. Do you ever have it when you're driving home, and realize that the choice not to hit the little girl's room before leaving work was a bad one?  Of course, you realize this at least ten minutes from home, and then there's always the question of parking... will there be a spot outside our house? 

Will I be able to pull in, shut the car off, grab everything and race into the house? 

Or will I have to parallel park?  Badly. 

This seems to be inevitable: as soon as I really need to be inside the house more than anything, I can't parallel park to save my life. 

Do you ever have this? 
No? You have a driveway? 
I may or may not be jealous.  I'll never say.

7. I am going to put up our outdoor Christmas lights this weekend.  Why?  Because I should be able to manage it without freezing several of my digits off.  Do I feel a bit guilty about that, and expect to have my house egged by Scrooge-like neighbours? Yes.

8. I need to water my plants.