My mother always told me that if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.
Most of the time, my philosophy is that if you don't have anything nice to say ... come sit by me.
This week, though, I really should take my mother's advice.
My out-of-the-house sons have escaped my cranky, grinch-like wrath gaze, but no one else has.
Please don't ask me about the Roo-girl's attitude because I would have to tell you that right now, she is a witch with a capital B.
Please don't ask me about Z-man's ambition because I would have to tell you that I am sick and tired of Mr. I-Got-Laid-Off sleeping till mid-afternoon.
And PLEASE don't ask me about J-bear's appearance because then my head would have to explode.
And so ... my lips are sealed.