Earthquakes

A couple nights ago Craig bolted up in bed while I was changing Charlie's diaper and said, "Was that an earthquake?" I calmly told him no while I called him a freak under my breath. He was half asleep and didn't remember it the next morning. The next night he asked again but was joking. And last night, or morning, I should say there really was an earthquake!! A 3.5 right here in town. What are the odds?? Craig must be psychic. Maybe I should put Samson in a bag so he won't suffocate like he told me in his sleep when we first got married.

Rice Krispy glue?

Is it just me, or does any one else think that rice krispies are made out of glue? I give them to my kids and they, of course, spill all over the table. If I'm feeling particularly lazy and don't clean it up right away, it hardens and sticks to the table. I think last time I had to scrape it off with a knife. Come on, Snap, Crackle, and Pop-I expect more from you.