Here are the kids christening our new pool (aka their summertime babysitter . . . cheap!).
Yes, I'm serious.
I fractured my finger in the car door this morning.
Now, you can call me PointerGirl.
PointerGirl has superpowers, haven't you heard?
She evokes sympathy hugs and glasses of water from her children with a single point.
Everyone around her marvel at her dexterity and skills with her one good hand (only to be used for good people, come on).
She feeds her family an array of freezer food and feels absolutely no guilt about it whatsoever.
And best of all, she can get fancy wrap in a variety of fashion colors with which she can decorate her super powered finger-splint with (even ones to match the purple band-aid covering the site of her tetanus shot - good times).
Who needs re-runs of Desperate Housewives when you've got a real-life "Susan" in your presence?