Keep your moon in the right house before it offends someone

Suddenly, my four-year-old is mooning everybody. "Look at my butt!" she squeals while exposing her little bottom to nearly anyone. "That is your private area," we tell her. "You can do that at home, not in public." Well, we shouldn't have said that. Many moons later, we're all pretty tired of seeing her little buns. "Can I show you my underwear then?" Great. Now the moon is peeking at us behind Curious George and Tinkerbell. I should be happy she wears underwear at all. When she was potty training, she refused. One day, my printer jammed. When I opened it, I discovered six pairs of Dora the Explorer underpanties stuffed into the paper tray. She showed me, alright. With her newfound exhibitionist tendencies, she's really showing me. Of course, just when I need it most, the real moon is covered up by clouds.

Embrace the true you, even if it's weird to hug yourself in public.

My identity has been stolen so many times, I lost count. I could be like poster child for ID theft at this point. Why is my identity so attractive to people? I have about $5.78 in my checking account. All these years of battling questionable identity, and my husband finally spelled it out for me: "You're the love child of Erma Bombeck and Jack Handey." Thank you! Finally, my identity nailed down flat. Try cashing that in at the bank, future felons!

Forgive me, Followers, for I have sinned...

It's been weeks since my last blog. Sorry about that, but I've been busy. TIME OUT: THE MAMALOGUES show is tonight! I practiced and practiced and just couldn't get the jokes where I wanted them. I just downed two eggs Rocky-style, and I'm ready. No I didn't - they were hardboiled. I'm not a TOTAL nut. Yes I am. Clearly, I need help with direction today. Bare with me. I mean, bear with me. Well, what did you expect is on my mind. The show is "Honey, I Shrunk My Libido." Tonight. Airplay Cafe. 701 E. Burnside. 7 o'clock. Hope to see you there. If not, at the blog next time.

Love yourself, but lock the door for crying out loud

It's that Valentine's time of the year. Big, floppy, doily Valentine's. So who loves you? You do. Right? RIGHT? You have to say yes or nobody else will. That's what I heard anyway. If you don't believe me about locking the door, rent "Fast Times at Ridgemont High." It's probably available in VHS.