I'm a fan of the comedienne Rita Rudner. Although nothing compares to hearing her inimitable deadpan delivery, her material is funny even on its own.

Waiters and waitresses are becoming nicer and much more caring. I used to pay my check, they'd say "Thank you." That graduated into "Have a nice day." That’s now escalated into "You care care of yourself, now." The other day I paid my check – the waiter said, "Don’t put off that mammogram."

I was a vegetarian until I started leaning toward the sunlight.

I wonder if other dogs think poodles are members of a weird religious cult.

When I meet a man I ask myself, 'Is this the man I want my children to spend their weekends with?'

I admire the Pope. I have a lot of respect for anyone who can tour without an album.

Men like to barbecue. Men will cook if danger is involved.

To attract men, I wear a perfume called "New Car Interior."

Men who have pierced ears are better prepared for marriage. They've experienced pain and bought jewelry.

Be careful of men who are bald and rich; the arrogance of "rich" usually cancels out the nice of "bald".

I want to have children while my parents are still young enough to take care of them.

My boyfriend and I broke up. He wanted to get married and I didn't want him to.

Never play peekaboo with a child on a long plane trip. There's no end to the game. Finally I grabbed him by the bib and said, "Look, it's always gonna be me!"

The beautiful weather was icing on the cake. The Tigers are on top of their division; like last year, this is expected to be temporary. Dmitri Young is on pace to hit 486 home runs. And, once again, Alan Trammell looks younger than I (probably also temporary).

Detroit is smiling.

I was out to dinner with friends tonight. I came home to find that my daughters had been madly cleaning and making lists of the things that need to be done in order to get the house ready to put on the market. I was very glad and touched by their teamliness.

From planning and listing, we wandered onto the topics of the Pope's imminent homegoing and what a conclave is like, the short reign of John Paul I, and the Terri Schiavo case. Meandering onto the thin ice of the absence of true checks and balances anymore, they suddenly began an energetic and heated (though polite) debate on regulatory overreach as it might apply to the proposed FDA regulation of vitamin and herbal-supplement manufacture.

These are not the most politically involved of young women. These sorts of debates haven't taken place that much within these walls since my son married and left to have them with his new wife. I was totally charmed and almost spoiled my poker face with a big grin. I speedily left the room so I wouldn't yield to the temptation to put in my $.02 and break the momentum. They're still hard at talk, though I think the late hour will eventually win out.

Family life is fun, especially when kids become capable of scintillating conversation with enough good sense to back it up. Now, off to bed with me. Someone has to exercise a little prudence around here.

Roz finally gets what she deserves.