An exciting Friday night for the knocked up: Kashi oatmeal dark chocolate cookies with organic 2% milk, watching some bad Friday night television. The Ghost Whisperer, for example. I find the forays into the supernatural inherently interesting, but the main character dresses in such a ridiculous fashion. Tonight, she hoofed it into an underground tunnel littered with human skulls in platform stiletto shoes. Seriously? The only women who wear those are professionals and women headin’ out for an evening of beverages at a bar. You gotta get a little drunk to ignore the pain in the balls of your feet. Women who work retail do not wear heels of any kind, and women chasing ghosts through skull-strewn underground passageways.

Now I’m watching the Bulls game, my other options being the Miss USA pageant or The Price Is Right. I remember when Michael Jordan played and the Bulls were consistently championship contenders. I distinctly remember one year intentionally staying inside each night the Bulls were expected to clinch the championship. Each night the city put out something like $4 million dollars worth of extra police protection on the streets. My number could be wrong, but I know that over multiple nights, the figure was breathtaking. I find it amazing that millions of dollars can be rounded up to try and discourage adults from acting like idiots, but education dollars just can’t be found.