"Something familiar! Something peculiar! Something for everybody...Tragedy tomorrow! Comedy tonight!" - A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum

You know you need to get a grip when:

Your idea of a tragedy is that two of the six boxes of Thin Mints you ordered turn out to be sugar-free Little Brownie cookies instead.
And you panic, because they might run out of Thin Mints before the error can be rectified.

You consider getting a dog because your three-year-old wants one.
Even though you KNOW you will be fully responsible for its care.
(In my defense, he’s already housebroken, not a puppy, and proven to be wonderful with children.)

You consider having a fourth baby.
Even though your pants size continues to creep up and up and your baby belly will never go away. Not to mention getting said baby would entail sex, not, alas, a simple 10K race registration.

You RSVP No to a wedding because you have no idea what to wear. (Well, that, and you dislike the bride.)

You eat an entire Pepperidge Farm coconut cake in ONE day. (Albeit in tiny slivers, just all day long.)

You consider buying clothes of any kind at all at the Gap, Home of the Anorexic Dress Model. (Eat a sandwich already, girls!) (Or a cake!)

You spend four hours tracking down an ILL request, but no time at all writing your blog post.

Ok, that last one? Not so much.

How about this then:

You consider spending an entire weekend evening with some college friends and acquaintances in a sort of pseudo-reunion, some of whom include your ex-boyfriend (the one who broke your heart into a thousand pieces and tromped on them in his hiking boots but whom you later figured out really was a bit of a prat - I mean, please, what sort of nineteen-year-old boy wears tweed jackets and drinks Scotch?) and the short, fat, chipmunky girl - well, one of them - he dumped you for.