You are totally excited that Shark Week on the Discovery channel starts this week.

Go ahead OS'ers file in the blank… Surely I'm not the only one… Hello?

... you're still talking about the rain storm that happened 2 days ago.

Neighbor: Wow, we really needed that rain.
Me: Yep.
Neighbor: My tree almost died.
Me: I know - my plants went all crispy.

and on and on....

You squeed with joy at the new Avatar episodes and almost fainted when you realized Nick was going to blow their new episode wad (including finale) in one week. Oh, the joy!

The closest you've come to a cocktail party all month was having a house full of kids eating massive amounts of mini marshmallows and blueberries while building houses out of bar stools and toys in your family room and a Barbie world on your stairs. You topped said party off with a phone call to your mother to sing happy birthday to her with the pack of wild children and a crazy ass dog who likes to *sing* happy birthday, too. Meanwhile you thought about walking up to the town free summer concert - because the thought of driving back out to Sauvie Island alone with a pack of kids just wasn't appealing to you at the moment, only to be trumped by the children who would rather continue in their quest to cover every square inch of the house with a toy of one sort or another.

We're stoked about Shark Week, too, and we recorded all of last week's Avatars. It's one of the only shows I watch. Sokka is exactly like my oldest baby brother.

You guys are my social life.

you talk to the flowers and spiders in the garden more than people. and the conversation is better.

...it happens completely online.

I should have said "like mine"

pbm - testify, sister!

You've seen all the latest kids movies out in the theatre but have no idea what adult movies are playing because it's not like you will be able to go and see them!

You keep starting sewing projects you have neither the skill or patience to do because you need something to do at night when So You Think You Can Dance isn't on.

The most "action" you've had in a while was at your visit to the gynecologist this week.

...the only cocktail parties you go to are on Offsprung.

Your Friday night revolves around watching Attack Of The Clones.

...you used to be able to drink and party all night long, mainline coffee, then go to class...and now if you stay up past one in the morning, drunk or not, you're a zombie the next day.

Or you could be like me Ellie and stay up past 1AM every night, at home - often sans drinks, just so that you can enjoy quiet time without the kids. Then you have to mainline the coffee the next morning just to function. Damn it that is why I can't get going this morning - I haven't had my coffee!

sadie-i do that too. my husband hates it that i don't come to bed when he does, but it is the only time i get uninterrupted time to myself!!! (plus he goes to bed at 9 when he has to work because he gets up at 4)

What Alternadad said, only add a birthday party for our dogs. Yes, that's right, a birthday party for our dogs, including bone shaped dog cookies with sprinkles. Oy.

when someone asks what the last " show" you saw was and you think of tv not bands.

Andromeda - it always makes me think of that song "Awake" by Letters to Cleo. With us, in the school year when I have to be up early, he always sleeps in, and in the summer when I can be up as late as I want and sleep in a bit, he gets up at the crack of freakin dawn every morning.

My what, now?

You consider applying for a loan a date because the kids aren't there.

You get a hangover after having one beer.

you are installing linux on a friday night and you are attempting to simulate a bumping club atmosphere by playing too-loud dancehall grime ... in your living room, by yourself.

You are reading about what everybody else is doing.

You are reading about what everybody else is doing here in this thread and you are jealous.

you can't even find time to spend with your imaginery - oops i mean online - friends.

i've almost forgotten what a 3D person looks like.

You now put on your party clothes to go the Farmers Market, cause that's about as bangin as it gets.

...you jumped at the chance to pick the dog up from the groomer because it meant talking to people who don't barf on themselves or smell like diaper cream.

you bore yourself by talking about home repair to everyone with whom you would have once talked about politics or travel or something raunchy.