The Best Medicine

Pippi's laugh is beautiful.

I love hearing it bounce around and ring through the house. She laughs a lot when her brother is being silly or when her dad is tickling her. Sometimes she even cracks herself up, which is so fun to watch.

But she also has this separate little chuckle that's different from her tiny-round-belly laugh.

It sounds like a cross between Woody Woodpecker and Jon Stewart doing his impression of George Bush.

And that laugh... makes me laugh.

And what random object are you, sir?

I predict that all the millions of random Facebook quizzes are going to become the new Myers-Briggs test. Never mind that most of them don't make any sense and seem to be written by people for whom English is a second (or maybe third) language. Clearly these quizzes must provide the answers to questions about ourselves that we always wondered, but never knew how to ask.

I can see it now -- at your next staff development retreat, instead of finding out whether you're an ENFJ or an ISTP, the consultant will ask which famous painting, Muppet, Spice Girl and color you are. Maybe Facebook could even merge with match.com and begin connecting people with their quiz match for dates.

In case you're wondering, I am (among other things)...

• Mona Lisa
• Marilyn Monroe (in a past life)
• Miss Piggy
• Posh Spice
• Yellow aura
• Shelby (from Steel Magnolias)
• American cheese
• Rachel (from Friends)
• Say Anything
• Gold (which fits nicely for Posh and Piggy)

Now the real questions is: why can't we stop ourselves from taking all these quizzes?