Also, I'd say don't go see any movies with Dennis Quaid in them. Except that one, but that's just to humor your future husband.

homicidal maniacs look just like everyone else

I had this post all planned for today, to participate with Funky Foto Flashbacks. But then I saw that Julie at the Cool Mom Guide has a fantastic contest going on, where you can win two video phones and 6 months of video yakkin' from Vidtel. All you have to do is blog about who you would give the other phone to. So I started to come up with a post about that. And then the two posts MELTED TOGETHER IN MY BRAIN.

So, who would I give the phone to? Myself, of course. The really young me, so we could have a few heart-to-hearts.

Okay, so it's not physically possible. But what's to say something weird couldn't happen and I could talk to myself, like in that terrible movie with Dennis Quaid?

Wait. That doesn't really narrow it down for you, does it?

Uhm...let me just google that quickly. Oh! Right. Frequency, THAT terrible movie with Dennis Quaid.

What would I say to myself?

Well, first, I would say DON'T YOU DARE PUSH YOUR LITTLE BROTHER DOWN THE STAIRS IN THAT THING.

Then I would tell Me that just because some stupid high school aptitude test tells you that you can do whatever you want, doesn't mean you shouldn't pick something. And to get in as many hugs and talks as you can, because that's what's important and what you'll remember. And that I'm right, I do have the bestest friends in the world. And that everything works out in the end, and if it hasn't worked out, it's not the end.

Also, I might mention where Mom hides the GOOD cookies, but I don't want Me to get fat so maybe not.