Two is also the number of hours of television Pirate watched this morning while Mommy dozed on the couch. The plan was very effective until my visiting teacher dropped by. She is extremely sweet and even told me my hair looked nice though my house was a disaster and I was wearing my pajamas. Maybe my hair does look nice. I haven't seen a mirror yet today.
And Zippity Do-Dah wanted a sitcom for moms? You've got it sister. These mini shows are hilarious, written by moms, for moms. Start with the trailer. Every episode is funny and they are clean. Okay, clean by sitcom standards; it isn't something you'd show, say, during a Relief Society Lesson. Plantboy tipped me off on these when he saw an Internet news release on them at Mother's Day. The graphic didn't come out very big, but they are calling for submissions. I have heard some stories here that could totally make the cut. Check out this link and scroll down to "Don't Talk to Them, They are Mormons," and read all the way to the L A S T paragraph. It is one of my all time favorite blogger-moments.