I just came back from the store and added another two pound bottle of Ketchup to the already existing six pounds total that is sitting in my pantry. What's my point, you're wondering? Considering the fact that there are only three of us in this house and that it takes probably six months to get through a single two pound container (since only one of us uses it regularly), well...I think you know where I'm going with this.

I keep forgetting that I already have enough Ketchup to last two years; this fourth bottle should see us through the birth of my future grandchildren, two new presidents and probably three new cars. Interestingly, but not surprisingly, on that same trip to the supermarket, I failed to buy eggs; a staple that we go through easily in one week.

Sometimes, you just have to laugh when ADHD comes out of nowhere and punches you in the stomach. Or in this case, tickles your funny bone.

Lately, I've noticed that my writing has taken on a bit of a dark turn. I've mentioned the negatives of having ADHD, the stumbling blocks, bad media and more (wait, let me check- I've already forgotten).

So I thought I'd take a new spin on this whole thing called living with ADHD, because truthfully, lots of things happen in my life that are actually pretty funny. At least to me, anyway.

Like last week. Here in Michigan, we had the coldest day of the winter where the temperature hovered to exactly one degree Fahrenheit. Now you can imagine how many times I glanced at my car's thermometer, just waiting- dying for it to flash zero so I could shriek to my daughter that this was it, I AM moving out of this state of disgusting winters. Of course, the car defied me and it remained at one degree for the rest of my errand runs. One of those being, taking my daughter out for dinner.

Not surprisingly, the new restaurant we wanted to try closed the minute we laid our hand on the front door. I could see it was going to be one of those days. Spotting another restaurant down the road, we got back in the car and turned around...only to find ourselves in the wrong driveway; I'd entered the car wash, instead.

Instead of fighting my ADHD tendencies, like I do much of the time, I also have learned to "go with them", especially during times like this when it certainly wasn't the end of the world that I'd found my car in the wrong driveway. So, we paid for a super duper car wash, as my vehicle as usual, was filthy. (Does anyone really think about washing their car on a regular basis? I can't get my kitchen cleaned on a daily basis!) . Once we entered the drive- through, I was immediately brought back to 1969, watching with fascination as the sprayers dumped rainbow colored soap on the windshield. The colors danced and swayed, until they swirled into quite a psychedelic display reminiscent of the hippy t-shirts I wore back when I was in my teens.

To further add to the experience, the soap was scented- grape! What an amazing multi sensory experience. All I needed was to blast on a Who CD to make it complete, but alas, I was outvoted by one and we had to listen instead to Hannah Montana.