Why is it that I won't get up early Saturday morning to work out, but mention a yard sale and I am up at the crack of dawn?
Why do dust bunnies collect on each and every step leading upstairs? Do they breed?
Why do I throw a load of clothes in the wash, forget to put them into the dryer, and then don't realize it until someone mentions they don't have any underwear or socks . . . two minutes before we have to leave for church?
How come the minute I congratulate myself on losing a few pounds, my Mom brings over some leftover cannoli that she made for the Italian American Club Pasta Festival? And how come I am the only one in the family who likes them?
How is it that I get inspired to make some pane toscano from scratch, and when I have all the ingredients lined up I realize I am out of olive oil? What Italian runs out of olive oil?
Why am I watching the Oscars when I haven't seen a single nominated movie?